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HYMNS 



OP THE 



PKOTESTANT EPISCOPAL €HUKCH 



OF THE 



UNITED STATES, 



AS AUTHORIZED BY THE GENERAL CONVENTION. 



WITH AN 



ADDITIONAL SELECTION, 



REV. C. W. ANDREWS, 

OP THE DIOCHSK OF VIRGINIA. 



PHILADELPHIA: 
H. HOOKER, 16 SOUTH 7th. STREET. 

STEREOTYPED BT L. JOHNSON. 

1845. 






Entered according to the Act of Congress, in the year 1844, by 
H. Hooker, in the Office of the Clerk of the District Court of the 
Eastern District of Pennsylvania. 



PEEFACE. 



The Hymns following, to No. 212, are the same as 
those in the Book of Common Prayer. With regard 
to the remainder, it is scarcely necessary to say that 
they are not intended for use in the stated services of 
the Church. For these services provision is already 
made by authority, in a version of the Psalms and a 
selection of Hymns of unequalled excellence so far as 
it extends. But so large a portion of these are ap- 
pointed for special occasions, that the number for 
ordinary use is very limited. The first edition of this 
work was prepared by the compiler for the use of his 
own congregation at lectures and meetings for prayer. 
But so many of them have been called for by his 
brethren in the ministry, that much additional labour 
has been bestowed on this edition, and the whole is 
stereotyped, and will remain without further alteration. 

It is perhaps generally known, that in the esta- 
blished Church of England every minister either pub- 
lishes or selects a Hymn Book for his own congrega- 
tion. Very extensive use has been made in the fol- 
lowing selection, of those prepared by the late Rev. 
Charles Simeon, of Cambridge, the Hon. and Rev. 
Baptist W. Noel, the Rev. Edward Bickersteth, 
Bishop Henshaw, and the Rev. Stephen H. Tyng, D. D. 

Should the versification of any of the following 
Hymns be regarded as inelegant, they are such as 

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4 PREFACE. 

many congregations from long use have become at- 
tached to, and the defects of which, when regarded as 
poetry, are compensated for by the tunes to which they 
are ordinarily sung. 

In selecting from a very large number of works be- 
fore the compiler in the preparation of this book, it has 
been his chief concern that the doctrine and probable 
impression of every Hymn should be in strict accord- 
ance with the word of God. And he has endea- 
voured to cherish a sense of the solemn responsibility 
of preparing that which any of the people of God 
may adopt as a channel through which to offer their 
praises to the Great Jehovah. 



INDEX. 



Pa«e 

I. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES 11 

II. CREATION 12 

III. PROVIDENCE 15 

IV. REDEMPTION 18 

V. THE CHURCH 22 

VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS 25 

The Lord's day 25 

Advent ........ 30 

Christmas ---..---30 

End of the Year 33 

New-Year --------34 

Epiphany -------- 35 

Lent 37 

Passion-Week and Good-Friday 39 

Easter 42 

Ascension -------- 44 

Whitsunday --------45 

Trinity-Sunday 46 

Fast-day ---------48 

Thanksgiving-day ------ 49 

VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS - 51 

Baptism of Infants - 51 

Baptism of Adults -------51 

Confirmation ------- 52 

The Lord's Supper -------53 

Ordination, or Institution of Ministers 55 

Consecration of a Church ----- 57 

Missions -------- 57 

Sunday and Charity Schools - - - - - 61 

Charitable Occasions ------ 63 

To be used at Sea 64 

For the Sick 65 

Funerals ---------67 

VIII. INVITATION AND WARNING 69 
IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS - 71 

Prayer -------- 71 

Repentance --------72 

Faith - 74 

Hope - - 76 

Joy 77 

Love 78 

Praise 79 

Contentment --------82 

In Affliction 83 

Daily Devotion -------84 

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE 90 

XI. DEATH 97 

XII. JUDGMENT 99 

XIII. ETERNITY 101 

XIV. MISCELLANEOUS 104 

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A TABLE OF FIRST LINES, 

8H0WING WHERE TO FIND EACH HYMN BY THE BEGINNING. 



Page 

A charge to keep I have Wesley. 93 

Ah, how shall fallen man 18 

AJas what hourly dangers rise Steele. 38 

All-glorious God, what hymns of praise 19 

Almighty Father ! bless the word 29 

Almighty Lord ! before thy throne Steele. 48 

Although the vine its fruit deny 106 

And are we now brought near to God 54 

And wilt thou, O eternal God 57 

And will the judge descend Doddridge. 99 

Another six days' work is done . Stennett. 27 

Approach, my soul, the mercy-seat .... Newton. 71 

Arise, my soul ! with rapture rise 87 

As panting in the sultry beam 83 

As when the weary traveller gains .... Newton. 96 

As o'er the past my memory strays 34 

As the sweet flower that scents the morn 69 

Awake, my soul, and with the sun .... Bp. Kenn. 86 

Awake, my soul, stretch every nerve . . . Doddridge. 93 

Awake, ye saints awake 25 

Before Jehovah's awful throne Watts. 81 

Begin, my soul, the exalted lay . . . . Ogilvie. 13 

Be joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth . . Montgomery. 80 

Be still, my heart ! these anxious cares . . . Newton. 82 
Bless'dbe thou, the God of Israel . . . . . .104 

Blest is the man whose soft'ning heart . . . Barbauld. 63 

Blest is the tie that binds Fawcett. 24 

Behold the Saviour of mankind . . . Collier's Sel. 40 

Children of the heavenly King Cennick. 77 

Christ from the dead is raised and made 44 

Christ the Lord is risen to-day . . . Cudworth's Col. 43 

Come, Holy Ghost, Creator, come 45 

Come, Holy Spirit, Heavenly Dove .... Watts. 45 

Come, let our voices join 61 

Come, Lord, and warm each languid heart . . . Steele. 102 

Come, ye that love the Lord Watts. 78 

Deluded souls! that dream of heaven . . . . Watts. 75 

Disown'd of heaven, by man oppress'd 60 

Doxologies 225—228 

Dread Jehovah ! God of nations 48 

Eternal Source of every joy Doddridge. 15 

Faith is the Christian's evidence Key. 74 

Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone 28 

Father of mercies! in thy word Steele. 11 

Father of all, whose love profound 47 

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3 INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 

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Father of mercies '.bow thine ear .... Beddorne. 56 

Father, to thee my soul [lift. Wesley, g 

Father, vvhate'er of earthly bliss *«««• JJ 

Few are thy days, and full of wo LogaiL. 97 

Fountain of mercy, God of love • _ 

From all that dwell below the skies .... Watts. 5S 
From Greenland's icy mountains . . • • . aeoer. a» 
From whence these direful omens round . . . • • ** 
Glory to thee, my God, this night . . . . Bp . Kern . m 

Glory to the Father give ""^SSier 17 

God moves in a mysterious way .... ^P er - %\ 
God of the seas! thine awful voice .... watts, o* 

God of our fathers! by whose hand 1 "3 

Go forth, ye heralds, in my name . .... ■ • »■> 
"Go preach my gospel," saith the Lord . . . • j Watt*. 55 
Grace ! 'tis a charming sound .... Doddridge. 22 

Great first of beings! mighty Lord " 

Great God! this sacred day of thine .... Wesley. 27 

Great God ! to thee my evening song . • • .Steele, ow 
Great God ! what do I see and hear .... Luther. iw 

Great God ! with wonder and with praise . . . Watts. 11 
Guide me, O thou great Jehovah . . . . . . Oliver, m 

Hail, thou long expected Jesus .... IVhitefield s Lot. su 

Hail to the Lord's Anointed . . .' . • Montgomery, SO 
Hark ! from the tombs a mournful sound . . .Watts. tf7 
Hark ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes . . Doddridge. SO 
Hark ! the herald angels sing .... Wesley's Col. SI 

Hasten, sinner, to be wise • • *>, 

Hear, gracious God, my humble moan .... Steele, bs 
Hear what the voice from heaven declares . . Watts. 07 

He dies! the Friend of sinners dies Watts. 44 

He's come ! let every knee be bent *» 

Heirs of unending life *°7 

High on the bending willows hung . . . ' ^, ti 

How beauteous are their feet . . . . . • Watts. S5 
How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord . . Kennedy, to 
How long shall earth's alluring toys .... Steele. 101 

How helpless guilty nature lies Steele. 21 

How oft, alas ! this wretched heart .... Steele, jjo 

How short the race our friend has run 68 

How wondrous and great ' • 60 

I love thy kingdom, Lord Dwight. 23 

In loud exalted strains 27 

Inspirer and hearer of prayer Toplady. 90 

I would not live alway : 1 ask not to stay . Muhlenburg. 97 

Jesus ! and shall it ever be Gregg. 91 

Jesus, my strength, my hope Wesley. 91 

Jesus, Saviour of my soul Wesley. 76 

Jesus shall reign where'er the sun Watts. 57 

Joy is a fruit that will not grow Netfton. 1 

Let heaven arise, let earth appear 12 

Let worldlv minds the world pursue .... Newton 90 

Like Noah's weary dove Muhlenburg. 22 

Lord: dismiss us with thy blessing . . . Wesley's Col. 29 
Lord ! for the just thou dost provide . . • • 65 

Lord, how delightful 'tis to see Watts. 62 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 9 

Page 

Lord, my God, I long to know Newton. 79 

Lord of life, all praise excelling ....;.. 63 

Lord, unafflicted, undismayed Cowper. 84 

Lo! what a cloud of witnesses 108 

Lord, with glowing heart I'd praise thee .... Key. 78 

Mercy, descending from above 62 

My God, and is thy table spread 54 

My God, permit me not to be Watts. 37 

My God, since thou hast raised me up 67 

My grateful soul, for ever praise 20 

My opening eyes with rapture see 28 

My Saviour hanging on the tree Newton. 40 

Not to the terrors of the Lord Watts. 23 

Now from the altar of our. hearts 89 

Now may the God of grace and power 48 

Now the shades of night are gone 88 

O'er mountain tops the mount of God 36 

O for a closer walk with God ■ Cowper. 94 

O happy day, that stays my choice .... Doddridge. 52 

O happy is the man who hears Logan. 104 

O holy, holy, holy Lord 46 

O, in the morn oflife, when youth 53 

O let triumphant faith dispel 75 

On Zion and on Lebanon 59 

O Spirit of the living God Montgomery. 58 

O that my load of sin were gone .... Wesley's Col. 73 

O thou that hear'st when sinners cry .... Watts. 72 

O thou, to whose all-searching sight .... Wesley. 39 

Our Lord is ri^en from the dead . . . Wesley's Col. 44 

O where shall rest be found Montgomery. 101 

Peace, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan .... 70 

Praise to God, immortal praise .... Barbauld. 49 

Prayer is the soul's sincere desire . . . Montgomery. 71 

Rich are the joys which cannot die 63 

Rise, crown'd with light, imperial Salem, rise ... 35 

Rise, my soul, and stretch thy wings . . . Whitefield. 76 

Rise, O my soul, the hours review 74 

Rock of ages! cleft for me Toplady. 74 

Salvation doth to God belong 50 

Salvation ! O the joyful sound Watts. 19 

Saviour, source of every blessing .... Robinson. 20 

Saviour, when in dust, to thee R. Grant. 37 

Saviour ! when night involves the skies . . . Oisborne. 35 

Saviour ! who thy flock art feeding 51 

See in the vineyard of the Lord 33 

Seek, my soul, the narrow gate 100 

Should nature's charms, to please the eye .... 103 

Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing 32 

Since Christ our Passover is slain 42 

Since I've known a Saviour's name 86 

Sing, my soul, his wondrous love 22 

Sinner, rouse thee from thy sleep 108 

Sinners, tfhi, why will ye die .... Fawcett. 69 

Softly now the light of day Doane. 90 

Soldiers of Christ, arise Wesley. 51 

Songs of praise the angels sang .... Montgomery. SI 



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Coaper. 
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Stay, thou insulted Spirit, stay Wesley 

Sovereign Ruler of the skies 

The day is past and gone 

The gentle Saviour calls .... 

The God of Abraham praise . 

The God of life, whose constant care 

The Lord my pasture shall prepare 

The Lord will happiness divine 

The mighty flood that rolls . 

The morning flowers display their sweets 

The race that long in darkness pined . 

The Saviour, when to heaven he rose 

There is a land of pure delight 

The spacious firmament on high 

The Spirit in our hearts 

This is the day the Lord hath made . 

Thou art the way — to thee alone . 

Though I should seek to wash me clean . 

Thou God, all glory, honour, power 

Thus speaks the High and Lofty One 

Time hastens on ; ye longing saints . 

'Tis finish'd — so the Saviour cried . 

'Tis my happiness below 

To Jesus, our exalted Lord 

To our Redeemer's glorious name 

To thee let my first offerings rise 

To thy temple I repair .... 

Triumphant Zion! lift thy head 

Vital spark of heavenly flame 

We give immortal praise .... 

Welcome, sweet day of rest . 

When all thy mercies, O my God 

When dangers, woes, or death are nigh 

When gathering clouds around I view . 

Whene'er the angry passions rise 

When I can read my title clear 

When I survey the wondrous cross 

When Jesus left his heavenly throne 

When, Lord, to this our Western land 

When, rising from the bed of death . 

When, streaming from the eastern skies 

When those we love are snatch'd away . 

When through the torn sail the wild tempest is 

When we are raised from deep distress . 

While angels thus, O Lord, rejoice 

While shepherds watch'd their flocks by night 

While thee I seek, protecting Power . 



. Watts. 

Doddridge. 

Stennett. 

. Coicper. 

. Steele. 

Steele. 



Montgomery. 
Pope. 



Watts. 
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Witness, ye men and angels now 
Who are these in bright array . 
Who is this that comes from Edom 
Why mournest thou, my anxious soul 
Ye faithful soul?, who Jesus know 
Ye fields of light, celestial plains 
Ye humble souls, approach your God 
Youth, when devoted to the Lord . 



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Williams. 



Theodore Zuinger. 

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HYMNS. 



I. THE HOLY SCRIPTURES. 
HYMN 1. CM. 

GREAT God ! with wonder and with praise 
On all thy works I look ; 
But still thy wisdom, power, and grace, 
Shine brightest in thy book. 

2 The stars that in their courses roll, 

Have much instruction given ; 
But thy good word informs my soul 
How I may soar to heaven. 

3 The fields provide me food, and show 

The goodness of the Lord ; 
But fruits of life and glory grow 
In thy most holy word. 

4 Here are my choicest treasures hid, 

Here my best comfort lies ; 

Here my desires are satisfied, 

And here my hopes arise. 

5 Lord, make me understand thy law, 

Show what my faults have been ; 
And from thy gospel let me draw 
Pardon for all my sin. 

6 Here would I learn how Christ has died 

To save my soul from hell ; 
Not all the books on earth beside, 
Such heavenly wonders tell. 

7 Then let me love my Bible more, 

And take a fresh delight, 
By day to read these wonders o'er, 
And meditate by night. 

HYMN 2. C. M. 

FATHER of mercies ! in thy word 
What endless glory shines ! 
For ever be thy name adored 
For these celestial lines. 

2 Here may the wretched sons of want 

Exhaustless riches find ; 
Riches above what earth can grant, 
And lasting as the mind. 

3 Here the fair tree of knowledge grows, 

And yields a free repast ; 
Sublimer sweets than nature knows 
Invite the longing taste. 

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12 CREATION. 

4 Here the Redeemer's welcome voice 

Spreads heavenly peace around : 
And life and everlasting joys 
Attend the blissful sound. 

5 may these heavenly pages be 

My ever dear delight ; 
And still new beauties may I see, 
And still increasing light. 

6 Divine Instructer, gracious Lord, 

Be thou for ever near; 
Teach me to love thy sacred word, 
And view my Saviour there. 

II. CREATION. 

HYMN 3. C. M. 

GREAT first of beings! mighty Lord 
Of all this wondrous frame ! 
Produced by thy creating word, 
The world from nothing came. 

2 Thy voice sent forth the high command, 

'Twas instantly obeyed : 
And through thy goodness all things stand 
Which by thy power were made. 

3 Lord ! for thy glory shine the whole ; 

They all reflect thy light : 
For this, in course the planets roll, 
And day succeeds the night. 

4 For this, the sun dispenses heat 

And beams of cheering day ; 

And distant stars, in order set, 

By night thy power display. 

5 For this, the earth its produce yields, 

For this, the waters now ; 
And blooming plants adorn the fields, 
And trees aspiring grow. 

6 Inspired with praise, our minds pursue 

This wise and noble end ; 
That all we think, and all we do, 
Shall to thine honour tend. 

HYMN 4. C. M. 

Genesis i. 

LET heaven arise, let earth appear, 
Proclaim'd th' Eternal Lord : 
The heaven arose, the earth appear'd, 
At his creating word. 
2 But formless was the earth, and void, 
Dark, sluggish, and confused ; 
Till o'er the mass the Spirit moved, 
And quickening power diffused. 



CREATION. 13 

3 Then spake the Lord Omnipotent 

The mandate, " Be there light:" 
Light darted forth in vivid rays, 
And scattered ancient night. 

4 The glorious firmament he spread, 

To part the earth and sky ; 
And fix'd the upper elements 
Within their spheres on high. 

5 He hade the seas together flow : 

They left the solid land ; 
And herhs, and plants, and fruitful trees, 
Sprung forth at his command. 

6 Above, he form'd the stars; and placed 

Two greater orbs of light ; 

The radiant sun to rule the day, 

The moon to rule the night. 

7 To all the varied living tribes 

He gave their wondrous birth : 
Some form'd within the watery deep, 
Some from the teeming earth. 

8 Then, chief o'er all his works below 

Man, honoured man, was made ; 
His soul with God's pure image stamp'd, 
With innocence array' d. 

9 Completed now the mighty work, 

God his creation view'd ; 
And, pleased with all that he had made, 
Pronounced it "very good." 

HYMN 5. II. 1. 

Psalm cxlviii. 

Praise from living creatures. 

BEGIN, my soul, th' exalted lay, 
Let each enraptured thought obey, 
And praise the Almighty's name : 
Let heaven and earth, and seas and skies, 
In one melodious concert rise, 
To swell th' inspiring theme. 

2 Ye angels, catch the thrilling sound, 
While all the adoring thrones around 

His boundless mercy sing ; 
Let every listening saint above 
Wake all the tuneful soul of love, 

And touch the sweetest string. 

3 Whate'er this living world contains, 
That wings the air or treads the plains, 

United praise bestow ; 
Ye tenants of the ocean wide, 
Proclaim him through the mighty tide, 

And in the deeps below 
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14 CREATION. 

4 Let man, by nobler passions sway'd, 
The feeling heart, the judging head, 

In heavenly praise employ ; 
Spread his tremendous Name around, 
While heaven's broad arch rings back the sound, 

The general burst of joy. 

HYMN 6. II. 1. 
Psalm cxlviii. 

Praise from the Elements and Worlds. 
~\TE fields of light, celestial plains, 
JL Where pure, serene effulgence reigns, 

Ye scenes divinely fair, 
Your Maker's wondrous power proclaim, 
Tell how he form'd your shining frame, 

And breathed the fluid air. 

2 Join, all ye stars, the vocal choir ■ 
Thou dazzling orb of liquid fire, 

The mighty chorus aid ; 
And, soon as evening veils the plain, 
Thou moon, prolong the hallow' d strain, 

And praise him in the shade. 

3 Thou heaven of heavens, his vast abode, 
Proclaim the glories of thy God ; 

Ye worlds, declare his might ; 
He spake the word, and ye were made, 
Darkness and dismal chaos fled, 

And nature sprung to light. 

4 Let every element rejoice ; 

Ye thunders, burst with awful voice 

To him who bids you roll ; 
His praise in softer notes declare, 
Each whispering breeze of yielding air, 

And breathe it to the soul. 

HYMN 7. L. M. 
Psalm xix. 

THE spacious firmament on high, 
With all the blue ethereal sky, 
And spangled heavens, a shining frame, 
Their great Original proclaim. 

2 Th' unwearied sun, from day to day, 
Does his Creator's power display, 
And publishes to every land 

The work of an almighty hand. 

3 Soon as the evening shades prevail, 
The moon takes up the wondrous tale ; 
And. nightly, to the listening earth, 
Repeats the story of her birth ; 

4 Whilst all the stars that round her bum, 
And all the planets in their turn, 
Confirm the tidings as they roll, 

And spread the truth from pole to pole. 



PROVIDENCE. 15 

5 What though in solemn silence all 
Move round this dark terrestrial ball ; 
What though no real voice nor sound 
Amidst their radiant orbs be found ; 

6 In reason's ear they all rejoice, 
And utter forth a glorious voice, 
For ever singing as they shine, 
"The hand that made us is divine." 

III. PROVIDENCE. 
HYMN 8. L. M. 

ETERNAL Source of every joy ! 
Well may thy praise our lips employ, 
While in thy temple we appear, 
To hail thee, Sovereign of the year. 

2 Wide as the wheels of nature roll, 

Thy hand supports and guides the whole : 
The sun is taught by thee to rise, 
And darkness when to veil the skies. 

3 The flowery spring at thy command 
Perfumes the air, and paints the land; 
The summer rays with vigour shine, 
To raise the corn, and cheer the vine. 

4 Thy hand in autumn richly pours 
Through all our coasts redundant stores ; 
And winters, soften 'd by thy care, 

No more the face of horror wear. 

5 Seasons, and months, and weeks, and days, 
Demand successive songs of praise ; 

And be the grateful homage paid 
With morning light, and evening shade. 

6 Here in thy house let incense rise, 
And circling Sabbaths bless our eyes, 
Till to those lofty heights we soar, 
Where days and years revolve no more. 

HYMN 9. II. 3. 
Psalm xxiii. 

THE Lord my pasture shall prepare, 
And feed me with a shepherd's care ; 
His presence shall my wants supply, 
And guard me with a watchful eye ; 
My noon-day walks he shall attend, 
And all my midnight hours defend. 
2 When in the sultry glebe I faint, 
Or on the thirsty mountain pant, 
To fertile vales and dewy meads 
My weary wandering steps he leads, 
Where peaceful rivers, soft and slow, 
Amid the verdant landscape flow. 



16 PROVIDENCE. 

3 Though in the paths of death I tread, 
With gloomy horrors overspread ; 
My steadfast heart shall fear no ill, 
For thou, O Lord, art with me still: 
Thy friendly crook shall give me aid, 
And guide me through the dreadful shade. 

HYMN 10. CM. 

WHEN all thy mercies, my God, 
My rising soul surveys, 
Transported with the view, I'm lost 
In wonder, love, and praise. 

2 how shall words with equal warmth, 

The gratitude declare 
That glows within my ravish* d heart ! 
But thou can- st read it there. 

3 Thy providence my life sustain'd, 

And all my wants redrest. 

When in the silent womb I lay, 

And hung upon the breast. 

4 To all my weak complaints and cries 

Thy mercy lent an ear, 
E'er yet my feeble thoughts had learnt 
To form themselves in prayer. 

5 Unnumber'd comforts to my soul 

Thy tender care bestow'd, 
Before my infant heart conceived 
From whom those comforts flow'd. 

6 When in the slippery paths of youth 

With heedless steps I ran, 
Thine arm, unseen, convey 'd me safe, 
And led me up to man. 

7 Through hidden dangers, toils, and deaths, 

It gently clear' d my way, 
And through the pleasing snares of vice, 
More to be fear'd than they. 

8 When worn with sickness, oft hast thou 

With health renew' d my face ; 
And, when in sins and sorrows sunk, 
Revived my soul with grace. 

9 Thy bounteous hand with worldly bliss 

Has made my cup run o'er ; 
And in a kind and faithful friend 
Has doubled all my store. 

1 Ten thousand thousand precious gifts 

My daily thanks employ ; 
Nor is the least a cheerful heart, 
That tastes those gifts with joy. 

1 1 Through every period of my life 

Thy goodness I'll pursue ; 



PROVIDENCE. 17 

And after death, in distant worlds, 
The glorious theme renew. 

12 When nature fails, and day and night 

Divide thy works no more, 
My ever grateful heart, Lord, 
Thy mercy shall adore. 

13 Through all eternity, to thee 
A joyful song I'll raise : 

But ! eternity's too short 
To utter all thy praise. 

HYMN 11. III. 1. 

Psalm xxxi. 15. 
My times are in thy hand. 

SOVEREIGN Ruler of the skies, 
Ever gracious, ever wise, 
All our times are in thy hand, 
All events at thy command. 

2 He that form'd us in the womh, 
He shall guide us to the tomh ; 
All our ways shall ever he 
Ordered hy his wise decree. 

3 Times of sickness, times of health, 
Blighting want, and cheerful wealth, 
All our pleasures, all our pains, 
Come, and end, as God ordains. 

4 May we always own thy hand, 
Still to thee surrender' d stand, 
Know that thou art God alone, 
We and ours are all thy own ! 

HYMN 12. C. M. 

GOD moves in a mysterious way 
His wonders to perform ; 
He plants his footsteps in the sea, 
And rides upon the storm. 

2 Deep in unfathomable mines, 

With never-failing skill, 
He treasures up his bright designs, 
And works his gracious will. 

3 Ye fearful saints, fresh courage take, 

The clouds ye so much dread 
Are big with mercy, and shall break 
In blessings on your head. 

4 Judge not the Lord by feeble sense, 

But trust him for his grace : 
Behind a frowning providence 
He hides a smiling face. 

5 His purposes will ripen fast, 

Unfolding every hour : 
The bud may have a bitter taste, 
But sweet will be the flower. 
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18 REDEMPTION. 

6 Blind unbelief is sure to err, 
And scan his work in vain : 
God is his own interpreter, 
And he will make it plain. 

IV. REDEMPTION. 

HYMN 13. S. M. 

Job ix. 2—6. 

AH, how shall fallen man 
Be just before his God ! 
If he contend in righteousness, 
We sink beneathThis rod. 

2 If he our ways should mark 

With strict inquiring eyes. 
Could we for one of thousand faults 
A just excuse devise ? 

3 All-seeing, powerful God ! 

Who can with thee contend 1 
Or who that tries th' unequal strife, 
Shall prosper in the end 7 

4 The mountains in thy wrath, 

Their ancient seats forsake : 
The trembling earth deserts her place, 
Her rooted pillars shake. 

5 Ah, how shall guilty man 

Contend with such a God? 
None, none can meet him, and escape, 
But through the Saviour's blood. 

HYMN 14. L.M. 
Job ix. 30—33. 

THOUGH I should seek to wash me clean 
In water of the driven snow, 
My soul would yet its spot retain, 
And sink in conscious guilt and wo : 

2 The Spirit, in his power divine, 

Would cast my vaunting soul to earth, 
Expose the foulness of its sin, 
And show the vileness of its worth. 

3 Ah, not like erring man is God, 

That men to answer him should dare ; 
Condemn'd, and into silence awed, 
They helpless stand before his bar. 

4 There, must a Mediator plead, 

Who, God and man. may both embrace; 
With God, for man to intercede, 
And offer man the purchased grace. 

5 And lo ! the Son of God is slain 

To be this Mediator crown'd : 
In Him, my soul, he cleansed from stain, 
In him thy righteousness be found ! 



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HYMN 15. L. M. 

ALL glorious God, what hymns of praise 
Shall our transported voices raise : 
What ardent love and zeal are due, 
While heaven stands open to our view. 

2 Once we were fallen, and how low ! 
Just on the hrink of endless wo : 
When Jesus, from the realms ahove, 
Borne on the wings of boundless love, 

3 Scatter' d the shades of death and night, 
And spread around his heavenly light : 
By him what wondrous grace is shown 
To souls impoverish' d and undone. 

4 He shows, beyond these mortal shores, 
A bright inheritance is ours ; 

Where saints in light our coming wait, 
To share their holy, happy state. 

HYMN 16. CM. 

SALVATION ! the joyful sound, 
Glad tidings to our ears ; 
A sovereign balm for every wound, 
A cordial for our fears. 

2 Salvation ! buried once in sin, 

At hell's dark door we lay ; 
But now we rise by grace divine, 
And see a heavenly day. 

3 Salvation ! let the echo fly 

The spacious earth around, 

While all the armies of the sky 

Conspire to raise the sound. 

4 Salvation ! thou bleeding Lamb, 

To Thee the praise belongs : 
Our hearts shall kindle at thy name, 
Thy name inspire our songs. 

Chorus for the end of each verse. 
Glory, honour, praise, and power, 
Be unto the Lamb for everl 
Jesus Christ is our Redeemer ! 
Hallelujah, praise the Lord ! 

HYMN 17. CM. 

r pO our Redeemer's glorious name 

■*• Awake the sacred song : 

may his love (immortal flame !) 

Tune every heart and tongue. 
2 His love, what mortal thought can reach ; 

What mortal tongue display ! 
Imagination's utmost stretch 

In wonder dies away. 



REDEMPTION. 

3 He left his radiant throne on high, 

Left the bright realms of bliss, 
And came to earth to bleed and die ! 
Was ever love like this 1 

4 Dear Lord, while we adoring pay 

Our humble thanks to thee, 
May every heart with rapture say, 
The Saviour died for me. 

5 may the sweet, the blissful theme, 

Fill every heart and tongue ; 
Till strangers love thy charming name, 
And join the sacred song. 

HYMN 18. III. 3. 

SAVIOUR, source of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to grateful lays ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for ceaseless songs of praise. 

2 Teach me some melodious measure, 

Sung by raptured saints above ; 
Fill my soul with sacred pleasure, 
While I sing redeeming love. 

3 Thou didst seek me when a stranger, 

Wandering from the fold of God ; 

Thou, to save my soul from danger, 

Didst redeem me with thy blood. 

4 By thy hand restored, defended, 

Safe through life thus far I've come ; 
Safe, O Lord, when life is ended, 
Bring me to my heavenly home. 

HYMN 19. CM. 

Titus, iii. 4—7. 

TITY grateful soul, for ever praise, 
ItJL For ever love his name, 
Who turn'd thee from the fatal paths 
Of folly, sin and shame. 

2 Vain and presumptuous is the trust 

Which in our works we place ; 
Salvation from a higher source 
Flows to our fallen race. 

3 'Tis from the love of God through Christ, 

That all our hopes begin ; 
His mercy saved our souls from death, 
And wash'd us from our sin. 

4 His Spirit, through the Saviour shed, 

His sacred fire imparts, 
Removes our dross, and love divine 
Enkindles in our hearts. 



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5 Thus raised from death, we live anew ; 
And, justified by grace, 
We hope in glory to appear, 
And see our father's face. 

HYMN 20. C. M. 

HOW helpless guilty nature lies, 
Unconscious of its load : 
The heart unchanged can never rise 
To happiness and God. 

2 The will perverse, the passions blind, 

In paths of ruin stray : 
Reason debased can never find 
The safe, the narrow way. 

3 Can aught beneath a power divine 

The stubborn will subdue 1 
'Tis thine, almighty Saviour, thine 
To form the heart anew. 

4 'Tis thine the passions to recall, 

And upwards bid them rise ; 

And make the scales of error fall 

From reason's darken'd eyes; 

5 To chase the shades of death away, 

And bid the sinner live : 
A beam of heaven, a vital ray, 
'Tis thine alone to give. 

6 change these wretched hearts of ours 

And give them life divine : 
Then shall our passions and our powers, 
Almighty Lord, be thine. 

HYMN 21. C. M. 

FATHER, to thee my soul I lift, 
On thee my hope depends, 
Convinced that every perfect gift 
From thee alone descends. 

2 Mercy and grace are thine alone, 

And power and wisdom too ; 
Without the Spirit of thy Son 
We nothing good can do. 

3 Thou all our works in us hast wrought, 

Our good is all divine ; 
The praise of every holy thought 
And righteous word is thine. 

4 From thee, through Jesus, we receive 

The power on thee to call, 
In whom we are, and move, and live : 
Our God is all in all. 



22 THE CHURCH. 

HYMN 22. III. 1. 

SING, my soul, his wondrous love, 
Who, from yon bright throne above, 
Ever watchful o'er our race, 
Still to man extends his grace. 

2 Heaven and earth by him were made, 
All is by his sceptre sway'd ; 

What are we that he should show 
So much love to us below ! 

3 God, the merciful and good, 
Bought us with the Saviour's blood; 
And, to make our safety sure, 
Guides us by his Spirit pure. 

4 Sing, my soul, adore his name, 
Let his glory be thy theme : 
Praise him till he calls thee home, 
Trust his love for all to come. 

HYMN 23. S. M. 

GRACE ! 'tis a charming sound, 
Harmonious to the ear ; 
Heaven with the echo shall resound, 
And all the earth shall hear. 

2 Grace first contrived a way 

To save rebellious man, 
And all the means that grace display, 
Which drew the wondrous plan. 

3 Grace guides my wandering feet 

To tread the heavenly road ; 
And new supplies each hour I meet, 
While pressing on to God. 

4 Grace all the work shall crown 

Through everlasting days ; 
It lays in heaven the topmost stone, 
And well deserves the praise. 

V. THE CHURCH. 

HYMN 24. S. M. 

LIKE Noah's weary dove, 
That soared the earth around, 
But not a resting place above 
The cheerless waters found; 

2 O cease, my wandering soul, 

On restless win? to roam ; 
All the wide world, to either pole, 
Has not for thee a home. 

3 Behold the ark of God, 

Behold the open door ; 
Hasten to gain that dear abode, 
And rove, my soul, no more. 



THE CHURCH. 

4 There, safe thou shalt abide, 

There, sweet shall be thy rest, 
And every longing satisfied, 
With full salvation blest. 

5 And, when the waves of ire 

Again the earth shall fill, 
The ark shall ride the sea of fire ; 
Then rest on Zion's hill. 

HYMN 25. S. M. 

1LOVE thy kingdom, Lord, 
The house of thine abode, 
The church our blest Redeemer saved 
With his own precious blood. 

2 I love thy church, God ; 

Her walls before thee stand, 
Dear as the apple of thine eye, 
And graven on thy hand. 

3 If e'er to bless thy sons, 

My voice or hands deny, 
These hands let useful skill forsake, 
This voice in silence die. 

4 If e'er my heart forget 

Her welfare or her wo, 
Let every joy this heart forsake, 
And every grief o'erflow. 

5 For her my tears shall fall ; 

For her my prayers ascend ; 
To her my cares and toils be given, 
Till toils and cares shall end. 

6 Beyond my highest joy 

I prize her heavenly ways, 
Her sweet communion, solemn vows, 
Her hymns of love and praise. 

7 Jesus, thou Friend divine, 

Our Saviour and our King, 
Thy hand from every snare and foe 
Shall great deliverance bring. 

8 Sure as thy truth shall last, 

To Zion shall be given 
The brightest glories earth can yield, 
And brighter bliss of heaven. 

HYMN 26. C. M. 
Hebrews xii. 18, 22—24. 

NOT to the terrors of the Lord, 
The tempest, fire, and smoke ; 
Not to the thunder of that word 
Which God on Sinai spoke : 
2 But we are come to Zion's hill, 
The city of our God ; 



24 THE CHURCH. 

Where milder words declare his will, 
And spread his love abroad. 

3 Behold th' innumerable host 

Of angels clothed in light : 
Behold the spirits of the just 
Whose faith is changed, to sight. 

4 Behold the bless' d assembly there 

Whose names are writ in heaven : 
Hear God, the Judge of all, declare 
Their sins, through Christ, forgiven. 

5 Angels, and living saints and dead, 

But one communion make : 
All join in Christ, their vital Head, 
And of his love partake. 

HYMN 27. S. M. 

BLEST is the tie that binds 
Our hearts in Christian love : 
The fellowship of kindred minds 
Is like to that above. 

2 Before our father's throne 

We pour united prayers ; 
Our fears, our hopes, our aims are one ; 
Our comforts and our cares. 

3 We share our mutual woes, 

Our mutual burdens bear ; 
And often for each other flows 
The sympathizing tear. 

4 When we at death must part, 

How keen, how deep the pain : 
But we shall still be join'd in heart, 
And hope to meet again. 

5 From sorrow, toil, and pain, 

And sin, we shall be free ; 
And perfect love and friendship reign 
Throughout eternity. 

HYMN 28. II. 1. 

Psalm cxxii. 

The Church in glory. 

WITH joy shall I behold the day 
That calls my willing soul away, 
To dwell among the blest : 
For lo ! my great Redeemer's power 
Unfolds the everlasting door, 
And points me to his rest. 
2 E'en now, to my expecting eyes 
The heaven-built towers of Salem rise ; 

Their glory I survey ; 
I view her mansions that contain 
The angel host, a beauteous train, 
And shine with cloudless day. 



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3 Thither, from earth's remotest end, 
Lo! the redeem'd of God ascend, 

Borne on immortal wing ; 
There, crown' d with everlasting joy, 
In ceaseless hymns their tongues employ, 

Before th' almighty King. 

4 The King a seat hath there prepared, 
High on eternal base uprear'd, 

For his eternal Son : 
His palaces with joy abound; 
His saints, by him with glory crown' d, 

Attend and share his throne. 

5 Mother of cities! o'er thy head 

Bright peace, with healing wings outspread, 

For evermore shall dwell : 
Let me, blest seat ! my name behold 
Among thy citizens enroll' d, 

And bid the world farewell. 

HYMN 29. L. M. 
Isaiah Hi. 1, 2. 

TRIUMPHANT Zion, lift thy head 
From dust, and darkness, and the dead : 
Though humbled long, awake at length, 
And gird thee with thy Saviour's strength! 

2 Put all thy beauteous garments on, 
And let thy excellence be known : 
Deck'd in the robes of righteousness, 
The world thy glories shall confess. 

3 No more shall foes unclean invade, 
And fill thy hallow' d walls with dread; 
No more shall hell's insulting host 
Their victory and thy sorrows boast. 

4 God from on high has heard thy prayer, 
His hand thy ruins shall repair : 

Nor will thy watchful Monarch cease 
To guard thee in eternal peace. 

VI. FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 
THE LORD'S DAY. 
HYMN 30. II. 4. 

AWAKE, ye saints, awake, 
And hail this sacred day ; 
In loftiest songs of praise 

Your joyful homage pay : 
Welcome the day that God hath blest, 
The type of heaven's eternal rest. 
2 On this auspicious morn 
The Lord of life arose ; 
He burst the bars of death, 
And vanquished all our foes : 
3 



26 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

And now he pleads our cause above, 
And reaps the fruits of all his love. 

3 All hail, triumphant Lord ! 

Heaven with hosannas rings, 
And earth, in humbler strains, 

Thy praise responsive sings : 
Worthy the Lamb that once was slain, 
Through endless years to live and reign. 

4 Great King, gird on thy sword, 

Ascend thy conquering car ; 
While justice, truth, and love, 

Maintain thy glorious war: 
This day let sinners own thy sway, 
And rebels cast their arms away. 

HYMN 31. CM. 

THIS is the day the Lord hath made, 
Let young and old rejoice : 
To him be vows and homage paid, 
Whose service is our choice. 
2^This is the temple of the Lord; 
~ How dreadful is this place : 
With meekness let us hear his word, 
With reverence seek his face. 

3 This is the homage he requires ; 

The voice of praise and prayer, 
The soul's affections, hopes, desires, 
Ourselves and all we are. 

4 While rich and poor for mercy call, 

Propitious from the skies, 
The Lord, the maker of them all, 
Accepts the sacrifice. 

5 Well pleased, through Jesus Christ his Son, 

From sin he grants release ; 
According to their faith 'tis done, 
He bids them go in peace. 

HYMN 32. S. M. 

WELCOME, sweet day of rest, 
That saw the Lord arise; 
Welcome to this reviving breast, 
And these rejoicing eyes. 

2 The King himself comes near, 

To feast his saints to-day ; 
Here may we sit, and see him here, 
And love, and praise, and pray. 

3 One day amidst the place 

Where Jesus is within, 

iter than ten thousand days 
Of pleasure and of sin. 



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[y willing soul would stay 
In such a frame as this, 
Till it is call'd to soar away 
To everlasting bliss. 

HYMN 33. L. M. 

ANOTHER six days' work is done, 
Another Lord's day has begun; 
Return, my soul, enjoy thy rest, 
Improve the hours thy God hath blest. 

2 This day may our devotions rise, 
As grateful incense, to the skies ; 
And heaven that sweet repose bestow, 
Which none but they who feel it know. 

3 This peaceful calm within the breast 
Is the sure pledge of heavenly rest, 
Which for the church of God remains, 
The end of cares, the end of pains. 

4 In holy duties, let the day, 
In holy pleasures, pass away : 
How sweet a Sabbath thus to spend, 
In hope of one that ne'er shall end. 

HYMN 34. II. 3. 

GREAT God, this sacred day of thine 
Demands the soul's collected powers; 
Gladly we now to thee resign 

These solemn, consecrated hours : 
O may our souls adoring own 
The grace that calls us to thy throne. 

2 All-seeing God, thy piercing eye 

Can every secret thought explore; 
May worldly cares our bosoms fly, 

And, where thou art, intrude no more. 
O may thy grace our spirits move, 
And fix our minds on things above. 

3 Thy Spirit's powerful aid impart, 

And bid thy word, with life divine, 
Engage the ear, and warm the heart : 

Then shall the day indeed be thine ; 
Then shall our souls adoring own 
The grace that calls us to thy throne. 

HYMN 35. II. 4. 

IN loud, exalted strains, 
The King of glory praise ; 
O'er heaven and earth he reigns, 

Through everlasting days ; 
But Zion, with his presence blest, 
Is his delight, his chosen rest. 



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2 King of glory, come ; 

And with thy favour crown 
This temple as thy home, 

This people as thy own: 
Beneath this roof vouchsafe to show 
How God can dwell with men helow. 

3 Now let thine ear attend 

Our supplicating cries ; 
Now let our praise ascend, 

Accepted to the skies : 
Now let thy gospel's joyful sound 
Spread its celestial influence round. 

4 Here may the listening throng 

Imhihe thy truth and love ; 
Here christians join the song 

Of seraphim above : 
Till all who humbly seek thy face, 
Rejoice in thy abounding grace. 

HYMN 36. L. M. 

FAR from my thoughts, vain world, begone ; 
Let my religious hours alone : 
From flesh and sense I would be free, 
And hold communion, Lord, with thee. 

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire, 
And kindles with a pure desire 

To see thy grace, to taste thy love, 
And feel thine influence from above. 

3 When I can say that God is mine. 
When I can see thy glories shine, 
I'll tread the world beneath my feet, 
And all that men call rich and great. 

4 Send comfort down from thy right hand, 
To cheer me in this barren land ; 

And in thy temple let me know 

The joys that from thy presence flow. 

HYMN 37. L. M. 

TVTY opening eyes with rapture see 

1»-L The dawn of thy returning day ; 

My thoughts, O God, ascend to thee, 

While thus my early vows I pay. 

2 I yield my heart to thee alone, 

Nor would receive another guest ; 
Eternal King, erect thy throne, 
And reign sole monarch in my breast. 

3 bid this trifling world retire, 

And drive each carnal thought away; 
Nor let me feel one vain desire, 
One sinful thought through all the day. 



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4 Then, co thy courts when I repair, 
My soul shall rise on joyful wing, 
The wonders of thy love declare, 
And join the strains which angels sing. 

HYMN 38. III. 1. 
nX) thy temple I repair ; 
JL Lord, I love to worship there; 
While thy glorious praise is sung, 
Touch my lips, unloose my tongue. 

2 While the prayers of saints ascend, 
God of love, to mine attend ; 
Hear me, for thy Spirit pleads ; 
Hear, for Jesus intercedes. 

3 While I hearken to thy law, 
Fill my soul with humble awe, 
Till thy gospel bring to- me 
Life and immortality. 

4 While thy ministers proclaim 
Peace and pardon in thy name, 
Through their voice by faith may I 
Hear thee speaking from on high. 

5 From thy house when I return, 
May my heart within me burn ; 
And at evening let me say, 

I have walked with God to-day. 

HYMN 39. L. M. 
After Sermon. 

ALMIGHTY Father, bless the word, 
Which, through thy grace, we now have heard; 
may the precious seed take root, 
Spring up, and bear abundant fruit. 
\ We praise thee for the means of grace, 
Thus in thy courts to seek thy face : 
Grant, Lord, that we who worship here, 
May all, at length, in heaven appear. 

HYMN 40. III. 5. 

LORD, dismiss us with thy blessing, 
Fill our hearts with joy and peace ; 
Let us each, thy love possessing, 
Triumph in redeeming grace ; 

O refresh us, 
Travelling through this wilderness. 
2 Thanks we give, and adoration, 
For the gospel's joyful sound; 
May the fruits of thy salvation 
In our hearts and lives abound : 

May thy presence 
With us evermore be found. 
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30 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

ADVENT. 
HYMN 41. C. M. 

HARK ! the glad sound, the Saviour comes, 
The Saviour promised long: 
Let every heart prepare a throne, 
And every voice a song. 

2 On him the Spirit, largely pour'd, 

Exerts his sacred fire ; 
Wisdom and might, and zeal and love, 
His holy hreast inspire. 

3 He comes, the prisoners to release, 

In Satan's bondage held; 
The gates of brass before him burst, 
The iron fetters yield. 

4 He comes, from thickest films of vice 

To clear the mental ray ; 
And on the eyes oppress' d with night, 
To pour celestial day. 

5 He comes, the broken heart to bind, 

The bleeding soul to cure, 
And with the treasures of his grace, 
T' enrich the humble poor. 

6 Our glad hosannas, Prince of peace, 

Thy welcome shall proclaim ; 
And heaven's eternal arches ring 
With thy beloved Name. 

HYMN 42. III. 3. 

HAIL, thou long expected Jesus, 
Born to set thy people free ! 
From our sins and fears release us, 
Let us find our rest in thee. 

2 Israel's strength and consolation, 

Hope of all the saints, thou art ; 
Long desired of every nation, 
Joy of every waiting heart. 

3 Born thy people to deliver, 

Born a child, yet God our King, 
Born to reign in us for ever, 
Now thy gracious kingdom bring. 

4 By thine own eternal Spirit, 

Rule in all our hearts alone ; 

By thine all-sufficient merit, 

Raise us to thy glorious throne. 

CHRISTMAS. 

HYMN 43. C. M. 

Luke ii. 8—15. 

WHILE shepherds watch'd their flocks by night, 
All seated on the ground, 
The angel of the Lord came down, 
And glory shone around. 



CHRISTMAS. 

2 "Fear not," said he, for mighty dread 

Had seized their troubled mind ; 
" Glad tidings of great joy I bring 
To you, and all mankind. 

3 " To you, in David's town, this day 

Is bom, of David's line, 
The Saviour, who is Christ the Lord, 
And this shall be the sign : 

4 " The heavenly babe you there shall find, 

To human view display'd, 
AU meanly wrapt in swathing bands, 
And in a manger laid." 

5 Thus spake the seraph, and forthwith 

Appear' d a shining throng 
Of angels, praising God, who thus 
Address'd their joyful song: 

6 "All glory be to God on high, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will, henceforth, from heaven to men, 
Begin and never cease." 

HYMN 44. C. M. 



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HILE angels thus, Lord, rejoice, 
Shall men no anthem raise 1 



W 

may we lose these useless tongues, 
When we forget to praise. 

2 Then let us swell responsive notes, 

And join the heavenly throng ; 
For angels no such love have known 
As we, to wake their song. 

3 Good-will to sinful dust is shown, 

And peace on earth is given ; 
For lo ! th' incarnate Saviour comes, 
With news of joy from heaven. 

4 Mercy and truth, with sweet accord, 

His rising beams adorn ; 
Let heaven and earth in concert sing, 
The promised child is born ! 

5 Glory to God, in highest strains, 

By highest worlds is paid ; 
Be glory, then, by us proclaim' d, 
And by our lives display'd ; 

6 Till we attain those blissful realms, 

Where now our Saviour reigns; 
To rival these celestial choirs 
In their immortal strains. 

HYMN 45. III. 1. 

HARK ! the herald angels sing 
Glory to the new-born King ; 
Peace on earth, and mercy mild ; 
God and sinners reconciled. 



32 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

2 Joyful all ye nations rise, 
Join the triumph of the skies ; 
With th' angelic hosts proclaim, 
Christ is born in Bethlehem. 

3 Christ, by highest heaven adored, 
Christ, the everlasting Lord, 
Late in time behold him come, 
Offspring of the virgin's womb. 

4 Veil'd in flesh, the Godhead see : 
Hail th' incarnate Deity, 

Pleased, as man, with man to dwell ; 
Jesus, now Emanuel. 

5 Risen with healing in his wings, 
Light and life to all he brings : 
Hail the Sun of righteousness ; 

Hail the heaven-bom Prince of peace. 

HYMN 46. 
Chorus. OHOUT the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
^ Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

1 Zion, the marvellous story be telling, 

The son of the Highest, how lowly his birth : 
The brightest archangel in glory excelling, 
He stoops to redeem thee, he reigns upon earth. 
Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

2 Tell how he cometh ; from nation to nation, 

The heart-cheering news let the earth echo round ; 
How free to the faithful he offers salvation, 
How his people with joy everlasting are crown'd. 
Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King ! 

3 Mortals, your homage be gratefully bringing, 

And sweet let the gladsome hosanna arise ; 
Ye angels the full hallelujah be singing ; 
One chorus resound through the earth and the skies : 
Chorus. Shout the glad tidings, exultingly sing ; 
Jerusalem triumphs, Messiah is King I 

HYMN 47. C. M. 
Isaiah ix. 2—7. 

THE race that long in darkness pined, 
Have seen a glorious light ; 
The people now behold the dawn, 
Who dwelt in death and night. 
2 To hail thy rising, Sun of life, 
The gathering nations come ; 
Joyous as when the reapers bear 
Their harvest treasures home. 



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3 For thou our burden hast removed ; 

Th' oppressor's reign is broke ; 
Thy fiery conflict with the foe, 
Has burst his cruel yoke. 

4 To us the promised Child is born, 

To us the Son is given ; 
Him shall the tribes of earth obey, 
And all the hosts of heaven. 

5 His name shall be the Prince of peace, 

For evermore adored ; 
The Wonderful, the Counsellor, 
The mighty God, and Lord. 

6 His power increasing still shall spread, 

His reign no end shall know ; 
Justice shall guard his throne above, 
And peace abound below. 

END OF THE YEAR. 

HYMN 48. C. M. 

TIME hastens on ; ye longing saints, 
Now raise your voices high ; 
And magnify that sovereign love 
Which shows salvation nigh. 

2 As time departs salvation comes, 

Each moment brings it near : 
Then welcome each declining day, 
Welcome each closing year. 

3 Not many years their course shall run, 

Not many mornings rise, 
Ere all its glories stand reveal'd 
To our transported eyes. 

.HYMN 49. C. M. 
St. Luke xiii. 6—9. 

SEE, in the vineyard of the Lord, 
A barren fig-tree stands ; 
No fruit it yields, no blossom bears, 
Though planted by his hands. 

2 From year to year the tree he views, 

And still no fruit is found ; 
Then " cut it down," the Lord commands, 
"Why cumbers it the ground?" 

3 But lo ! the gracious Saviour pleads ; 

" The barren fig-tree spare, 
Another year in mercy wait, 
It yet may bloom and bear : 

4 " But if my culture prove in vain, 

And still no fruit be found, 
I plead no more ; destroy the tree, 
And root it from thy ground." 



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MEW-YEAR. 
HYMN 50. L. M. 

THE God of life, whose constant care 
With blessings crowns each opening year, 
My scanty span doth still prolong, 
And wakes anew mine annual song. 

2 How many precious souls are fled 
To the vast regions of the dead, 
Since to this day the changing sun 
Through his last yearly period run ! 

3 We yet survive ; but who can say, 

" Or through this year, or month, or day, 

I shall retain this vital breath, 

Thus far, at least, in league with death V 

4 That breath is thine, eternal God ; 
: Tis thine to fix my soul's abode ; 
It holds its life from thee alone, 

On earth, or in the world unknown. 

5 To thee our spirits we resign, 

Make them and own them still as thine ; 
So shall they live secure from fear, 
Though death should blast the rising year. 

6 Thy children, panting to be gone, 
May bid the tide of time roll on, 
To land them on that happy shore, 
Where years and death are known no more. 

7 No more fatigue, no more distress, 
Nor sin, nor hell, shall reach that place ; 
No groans, to mingle with the songs 
Resounding from immortal tongues : 

8 No more alarms from ghostly foes ; 
No cares to break the long repose ; 
No midnight shade, no clouded sun, 
But sacred, high, eternal noon. 

9 0, long expected year ! begin ; 
Dawn on this world of wo and sin ; 
Fain would we leave this weary road, 
To sleep in death, and rest with God. 

HYMN 51. C. M. 

AS o'er the past my memory strays, 
Why heaves the secret sigh 1 
'Tis that I mourn departed days, 
Still unprepared to die. 

2 The world, and worldly things beloved, 

My anxious thoughts employ'd ; 
And time unhallow'd, unimproved, 
Presents a fearful void. 

3 Yet, holy Father, wild despair 

Chase from my labouring breast ; 
Thy grace it is which prompts the prayer, 
That grace can do the rest. 



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4 My life's brief remnant all be thine ; 
And when thy sure decree 
Bids me this fleeting breath resign, 
O speed my soul to Thee. 

EPIPHANY. 
HYMN 52. S. M. 
Isaiah lii; 7—10. 
'OW beauteous are their feet 
Who stand on Zion's hill ; 
Who bring salvation on their tongues, 
And words of peace reveal. 

2 How charming is their voice ; 

How sweet their tidings are : 
" Zion, behold thy Saviour King, 
He reigns and triumphs here." 

3 How happy are our ears 

That hear this joyful sound, 
Which kings and prophets waited for, 
And sought, but never found. 

4 How blessed are our eyes 

That see this heavenly light : 
Prophets and kings desired it long, 
But died without the sight. 

5 The watchmen join their voice 

And tuneful notes employ ; 
Jerusalem breaks forth in songs, 
And deserts learn the joy. 

6 The Lord makes bare his arm 

Through all the earth abroad : 
Let every nation now behold 
Their Saviour and their God. 
HYMN 53. II. 5. 
Isaiah Ix. &c. 

RISE, crown d with light, imperial Salem, rise; 
Exalt thy towering head and lift thine eyes : 
See heaven its sparkling portals wide display, 
And break upon thee in a flood of day. 

2 See a long race thy spacious courts adorn, 
See future sons, and daughters yet unborn, 
In crowding ranks on every side arise, 
Demanding life, impatient for the skies. 

3 See barbarous nations at thy gates attend, 
Walk in thy light, and in thy temple bend: 

See thy bright altars throng' d with prostrate kings, 
While every land its joyous tribute brings. 

4 The seas shall waste, the skies to smoke decay, 
Rocks fall to dust, and mountains melt away : 
But fix'd his word, his saving power remains ; 
Thy realm shall last, thy own Messiah reigns. 



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HYMN 54. II. 6. 
Psalm lxxii. 

HAIL to the Lords Anointed, 
Great David's greater Son; 
Hail, in the time appointed, 
His reign on earth begun ! 
He comes to break oppression, 

To set the captive free, 
To take away transgression, 
And rule in equity. 

2 He comes with succour speedy, 

To those who suffer wrong, 
To help the poor and needy, 

And bid the weak be strong ; 
To give them songs for sighing, 

Their darkness turn to hght, 
Whose souls, condemned and dying, 

Were precious in his sight. 

3 He shall descend like showers 

Upon the fruitful earth ; 
And love and joy, like flowers, 

Spring in his path to birth : 
Before him, on the mountains, 

Shall peace, the herald, go; 
And righteousness, in fountains, 

From hill to valley flow. 

4 To him shall prayer unceasing, 

And daily vows, ascend ; 
His kingdom still increasing, 

A kingdom without end : 
The tide of time shall never 

His covenant remove ; 
His name shall stand for ever ; 

That name to us is love. 

HYMN 55. C. M. 
Isaiah ii. 2—5. 

O'ER mountain tops the mount of God 
In latter days shall rise, 
Above the summits of the hills, 
And draw the wondering eyes, 

2 To this the joyful nations round, 

All tribes and tongues, shall flow; 
Up to the mount of God, they'll say, 
And to his house we'll go. 

3 The beams that shine from Zion's hill 

Shall lighten every land ; 
The King who reisns in Salem's towers 
Shall all the world command. 

4 Among the nations he shall judge, 

His judgments truth shall guide ; 



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His sceptre shall protect the just, 
And crush the sinner" s pride. 

5 For peaceful implements shall men 

Exchange their swords and spears ; 
Nor shall they study war again 
Throughout those happy years. 

6 Come, ye house of Jacob, come 

To worship at his shrine ; 
And, walking in the light of God, 
With holy graces shine. 

LENT. 
HYMN 56. III. 1. 

Litany. 

SAVIOUR, when in dust, to thee, 
Low we how th' adoring knee ; 
When, repentant, to the skies 
Scarce we lift our streaming eyes; 
0, hy all thy pains and wo, 
Suffer' d once for man below, 
Bending from thy throne on high, 
Hear our solemn litany. 

2 By thy birth and early years, 
By thy human griefs and fears, 
By thy fasting and distress 

In the lonely wilderness : 
By thy victory in the hour 
Of the subtle tempter's power ; 
Jesus, look with pitying eye ; 
Hear our solemn litany. 

3 By thine hour of dark despair, 
By thine agony of prayer, 

By the purple robe of scorn, 

By thy wounds, thy crown of thorn, 

By thy cross, thy pangs and cries, 

By thy perfect sacrifice ; 

Jesus, look with pitying eye ; 

Hear our solemn litany. 

4 By thy deep expiring groan, 
By the seal'd sepulchral stone, 
By thy triumph o'er the grave, 
By thy power from death to save ; 
Mighty God, ascended Lord, 

To thy throne in heaven restored, 
Prince and Saviour, hear our cry ; 
Hear our solemn litany. 

HYMN 57. L. M. 

MY God, permit me not to be 
A stranger to myself and thee : 
Amidst a thousand thoughts I rove, 
Forgetful of my highest "love. 



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2 Why should my passions mix with earth, 
And thus debase my heavenly birth 1 
Why should I cleave to things below, 
And all my purest joys forego 1 

3 Call me away from flesh and sense ; 
Thy grace, Lord, can draw me thence: 
I would obey the voice divine, 

And all inferior joys resign. 

HYMN 58. C. M. 

ALAS, what hourly dangers rise, 
What snares beset my way ; 
To heaven, let me lift mine eyes, 
And hourly watch and pray. 

2 How oft my mournful thoughts complain, 

And melt in flowing tears : 
My weak resistance, ah, how vain ; 
How strong my foes and fears. 

3 gracious God, in whom I live, 

My feeble efforts aid ; 
Help me to watch, and pray, and strive, 
Though trembling and afraid. 

4 Increase my faith, increase my hope, 

When foes and fears prevail ; 

And bear my fainting spirits up, 

Or soon my strength will fail. 

5 Whene'er temptations fright my heart, 

Or lure my feet aside, 
My God, thy powerful aid impart, 
My guardian and my guide. 

6 O keep me in thy heavenly way, 

And bid the tempter flee ; 

And let me never, never stray 

From happiness and thee. 

HYMN 59. C. M. 

HOW oft, alas ! this wretched heart 
Has wandered from the Lord: 
How oft my roving thoughts depart, 
Forgetful of his word. 

2 Yet sovereign mercy calls, " Return ;" 

Dear Lord, and may I come ? 
My vile ingratitude I mourn ; 
0, take the wanderer home. 

3 And canst thou, wilt thou yet forgive, 

And bid my crimes remove ? 
And shall a pardon'd rebel live 
To speak thy wondrous love 1 

4 Almighty grace, thy healing power, 

How glorious, how divine ; 



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That can to life and bliss restore 
So vile a heart as mine. 
5 Thy pardoning love, so free, so sweet, 
Dear Saviour, I adore : 
keep me at thy sacred feet, 
And let me rove no more. 

HYMN 60. L. M. 

OTHOU, to whose all-searching sight 
The darkness shineth as the light, 
Search, prove my heart ; it looks to thee, 
burst its bonds, and set it free. 

2 Wash out its stains, remove its dross, 
Bind my affections to the cross ; 
Hallow each thought, let all within 
Be clean, as thou, my Lord, art clean. 

3 If in this darksome wild I stray, 
Be thou my light, be thou my way; 
No foes, no violence I fear, 

No harm, while thou, my God, art near. 

4 When rising floods my soul o'erflow, 
When sinks my heart in waves of wo, 
Jesus, thy timely aid impart, 

And raise my head, and cheer my heart. 

5 Saviour, where'er thy steps I see, 
Dauntless, untired, I follow thee : 
O let thy hand support me still, 
And lead me to thy holy hill. 

(See Hymns on Repentance) 

PASSION WEEK AND GOOD FRIDAY. 

HYMN 61. III. 4. 

Isaiah lxiii. 1 — 4. 

WHO is this that comes from Edom, 
All his raiment stain' d with blood, 
To the captive speaking freedom, 

Bringing and bestowing good ; 
Glorious in the garb he wears, 
Glorious in the spoil he bears 1 

2 'Tis the Saviour, now victorious, 

Travelling onward in his might ; 
'Tis the Saviour, O how glorious 

To his people is the sight ! 
Satan conquer' d, and the grave, 
Jesus now is strong to save. 

3 Why that blood his raiment staining 1 

'Tis the blood of many slain ; 
Of his foes there's none remaining, 

None the contest to maintain : 
Fall'n they are, no more to rise, 
All their glory prostrate lies. 



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4 Mighty Victor, reign for ever, 
Wear the crown so dearly won ; 

Never shall thy people, never, 
Cease to sing what thou hast done : 

Thou hast fought thy people's foes; 

Thou hast heaTd thy people's woes. 

HYMN 62. L. M. 

WHEN I survey the wondrous cross, 
On which the Prince of glory died, 
My richest gain I count hut loss, 
And pour contempt on all my pride, 

2 Forhid it, Lord, that I should boast, 

Save in the cross of Christ my God: 
All the vain things that charm me most, 
I sacrifice them to thy blood. 

3 See, from his head, his hands, his feet, 

Sorrow and love flow mingled down: 
Did e'er such love and sorrow meet 1 
Or thorns compose a Saviour's crown? 

4 Were the whole realm of nature mine, 

That were a tribute far too small ; 
Love so amazing, so divine, 
Demands my life, my soul, my all. 

HYMN 63. C. M. 

BEHOLD the Saviour of mankind 
Nail'd to the shameful tree ; 
How vast the love that him inclined 
To bleed and die for me ! 

2 Hark, how he groans ! while nature shakes, 

And earth's strong pillars bend ; 
The temple's veil in sunder breaks, 
The solid marbles rend. 

3 'Tis done ! the precious ransom's paid; 

" Receive my soul !" he cries : 
See where he bows Ms sacred head : 
He bows his head and dies. 

4 But soon he'll break death's envious chain, 

And in full glory shine ; 
Lamb of God, was ever pain, 
Was ever love, like thine ! 

HYMN 64. C. M. 

MY Saviour hanging on the tree, 
In agonies and blood, 
Methought once turn'd his eyes on me, 
As near his cross I stood. 
2 Sure, never till my latest breath 
Can I forget that look ; 
It seem'd to charge me with his death, 
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3 My conscience felt and own'd the guilt, 

And plunged me in despair ; 

I saw my sins his blood had spilt, 

And help'd to nail him there. 

4 Alas ! I knew not what I did ; 

But now my tears are vain : 
Where shall my trembling soul be hid 1 
For I the Lord have slain. 

5 A second look he gave, which said, 

I freely all forgive ; 
This blood is for thy ransom paid, 
I die that thou may'st live. 

6 Thus, while his death my sin displays 

In all its blackest hue — 
Such is the mystery of grace — 
It seals my pardon too. 

HYMN 65. C. M. 

FROM whence these direful omens round, 
Which heaven and earth amaze 1 
Wherefore do earthquakes cleave the ground"? 
Why hides the sun his rays 1 

2 Well may the earth astonish'd shake, 

And nature sympathize ; 
The sun, as darkest night be black: 
Their Maker, Jesus, dies ! 

3 Behold, fast streaming from the tree, 

His all-atoning blood ! 
Is this the Infinite 1 ; tis he, 
My Saviour and my God ! 

4 For me these pangs his soul assail, 

For me this death is borne ; 
My sins gave sharpness to the nail, 
And pointed every thorn. 

5 Let sin no more my soul enslave, 

Break, Lord, its tyrant chain; 
save me, whom thou cam'st to save, 
Nor bleed, nor die in vain. 

HYMN 66. L. M. 
St. John xix. 30. 
^'T'lS finish' d; so the Saviour cried, 

•JL And meekly bow'd his head and died : 
'Tis finish'd : yes, the work is done, 
The battle fought, the victory won, 

2 'Tis finish'd : all that heaven decreed, 
And all the ancient prophets said, 

Is now fulfill'd, as long design'd, 
In me, the Saviour of mankind. 

3 'Tis finish'd : Aaron now no more 
Must stain his robes with purple gore ; 

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42 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

The sacred veil is rent in twain. 
And Jewish rites no more remain. 

4 Tis finish'd : this, my dying groan, 
Shall sins of every kind atone ; 
Millions shall be redeem'd from death. 
By this, my last expiring breath. 

5 'Tis finish'd: heaven is reconciled, 
And all the powers of darkness spoil'd : 
Peace, love, and happiness, again 
Return, and dwell with sinful men. 

6 'Tis finish'd : let the joyful sound 

Be heard through all the nations round : 

'Tis finish'd : let the echo fly 

Through heaven and hell, through earth and sky. 



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HYMN 67. L. M. 

For the Jews. 
IGH on the bending willows hung, 
Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string "? 
Still mute remains the sullen tongue, 
And Zion's song denies to sing 1 

2 Awake ! thy loudest raptures raise ; 

Let harp and voice unite their strains 
Thy promised King his sceptre sways; 
Behold, thy own Messiah reigns. 

3 By foreign streams no longer roam, 

And, weeping, think on Jordan's flood ; 
In every clime behold a home, ' 
In every temple see thy God. . 

4 No taunting foes the song require ; 

No strangers mock thy captive chain ; 
Thy friends provoke the silent lyre, 
And brethren ask the holy strain. 

5 Then why, on bending willows hung, 

Israel, still sleeps the tuneful string T 
Why mute remains the sullen tongue, 
And Zion's song delays to sing? 

EASTER. 

HYMN 68. C. M. 

1 Cor. v. 8. Rom. vi. 9—11. 

SINCE Christ, our Passover, is slain, 
A sacrifice for all. 
Let all, with thankful hearts, 
To keep the festival : 

2 Not with the leaven, as of old, 
Of sin and malice fed ; 
But with unfeignd sincerity, 
And truth's unleaven'd bread. 



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3 Christ, being raised by power divine, 

And rescued from the grave, 
Shall die no more ; death shall on him 
No more dominion have. 

4 For that he died, 'twas for our sins 

He once vouchsafed to die ; 
But that he lives, he lives to God 
For all eternity. 

5 So count yourselves as dead to sin, 

But graciously restored. 
And made, henceforth, alive to God, 
Through Jesus Christ our Lord. 

HYMN 69. III. 1. 

CHRIST the Lord is risen to-day, 
Sons of men and angels say : 
Raise your joys and triumphs high, 
Sing ye heavens, and earth reply. 

2 Love's redeeming work is done, 
Fought the fight, the victory won : 
Jesus' s agony is o'er, 
Darkness veils the earth no more. 

3 Vain the stone, the watch, the seal, 
Christ has burst the gates of hell ; 
Death in vain forbids him rise, 
Christ hath open'd paradise. 

4 Soar we now where Christ hath led, 
Following our exalted Head ; 
Made like him, like him we rise ; 
Ours the cross, the grave, the skies. 



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HYMN 70. L. M. 

Col. iii. 1, 2. 

faithful souls who Jesus know, 

If risen indeed with him ye are, 

Superior to the joys below, 

His resurrection's power declare : 

2 Your faith by holy tempers prove, 

By actions show your sins forgiven, 
And seek the glorious things above, 
And follow Christ, your head, to heaven 

3 There your exalted Saviour see, 

Seated at God's right hand again ; 
In all his Father's majesty, 
In everlasting power to reign. 

4 To him continually aspire, 

Contending for your destined place, 
And emulate the angel choir, 
And only live to love and praise. 



44 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

HYMN 71. C. M. 
1 Cor. xv. 20—22. Col. iii. 1. 

CHRIST from the dead is raised, and made 
The First Fruits of the tomb ; 
For, as by man came death, by man 
Did resurrection come. 

2 For, as in Adam all mankind 

Did guilt and death derive ; 
So, by the righteousness of Christ, 
Shall all be made alive. 

3 If then ye risen are with Christ, 

Seek only how to get 
The things which are above, where Christ 
At God's right hand is set. 

jfSC-EJVS/OJV. 
HYMN 72. L. M. 

HE dies, the Friend of sinners dies ; 
Lo! Salem's daughters weep around: 
A solemn darkness veils the skies ; 
A sudden trembling shakes the ground. 

2 Ye saints approach, the anguish view, 

Of him who groans beneath your load ; 
He gives his precious life for you, 
For you he sheds his precious blood. 

3 Here's love and grief beyond degree, 

The Lord of glory dies for men : 
But lo ! what sudden joys we see, 
Jesus, the dead, revives again. 

4 The rising God forsakes the tomb, 

Up to his Father's court he flies ; 
Cherubic legions guard him home, 
And shout him welcome to the skies. 

5 Break off your tears, ye saints, and tell 

How hign our great Deliverer reigns : 
Sing how he spoil'd the hosts of hell, 
And led the tyrant death in chains. 

6 Say, Live for ever glorious King, 

Born to redeem, instruct, and save ! 
Then ask, death, where is thy sting ! 
And where thy victory, grave ! 

HYMN 73. L. M. 

OUR Lord has risen from the dead, 
Our Jesus is gone up on high ; 
The powers of hell are captive led, 
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky. 
2 There his triumphal chariot waits, 
And angels chant the solemn lay ; 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way. 



WHITSUNDAY. 45 

3 Loose all your bars of massy light, 

And wide unfold the radiant scene ; 
He claims those mansions as his right ; 
Receive the King of Glory in. 

4 Who is the King of Glory, who 1 

The Lord that all his foes o'ercame, 
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew ; 
And Jesus is the conqueror's name. 

5 Lo ! his triumphal chariot waits, 

And angels chant the solemn lay, 
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, 
Ye everlasting doors, give way. 

6 Who is the King of glory, who "? 

The Lord of boundless power possess'd, 
The King of saints and angels too, 
God over all, for ever bless'd. 

WHITSUNDAY. 
HYMN 74. C. M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, Creator, come, 
Inspire these souls of thine ; 
Till every heart which thou hast made, 
Be fill'd with grace divine. 

2 Thou art the Comforter, the gift 

Of God, and fire of love ; 

The everlasting spring of joy, 

And unction from above. 

3 Thy gifts are manifold, thou writ'st 

God's law in each true heart ; 
The promise of the Father, thou ( 

Dost heavenly speech impart. 

4 Enlighten our dark souls, till they 

Thy sacred love embrace ; 
Assist our minds, by nature frail, 
With thy celestial grace. 

5 Drive far from us the mortal foe, 

And give us peace within ; 
That, by thy guidance blest, we may 
Escape the snares of sin. 

6 Teach us the Father to confess. 

And Son, from death revived, 
And thee, with both, O Holy Ghost, 
• Who art from both derived. 

HYMN 75. C. M. 

COME, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 
With all thy quickening powers ; 
Kindle a flame of sacred love 
In these cold hearts of ours. 



46 FESTIVALS AND FASTS. 

2 See, how we grovel here below, 

Fond of these earthly toys : 
Our souls, how heavily they go, 
To reach eternal joys. 

3 In vain we tune our lifeless songs, 

In vain we strive to rise : 
Hosannas languish on our tongues, 
And our devotion dies. 

4 Come, Holy Spirit, heavenly Dove, 

With all thy quickening powers ; 
Come, shed abroad a Saviour's love, 
And that shall kindle ours. 

HYMN 76. C. M. 



HE'S come, let every knee be bent, 
All hearts new joy resume ; 
Sing, ye redeem'd, with one consent, 
The Comforter is come. 

2 What greater gift, what greater love, 

Could God on man bestow ? 
Angels for this rejoice above, 
Let man rejoice below. 

3 Hail, blessed Spirit, may each soul 

Thy sacred influence feel ; 
Do thou each sinful thought control, 
And fix our wavering zeal. 

4 Thou to the conscience dost convey 

Those checks which we should know ; 
Thy motions point to us the way ; 
• Thou giv'st us strength to go. 

TRINITY SUNDAY. 
HYMN 77. L. M. 

OHOLY, holy, holy, Lord, 
Bright in thy deeds and in thy name ; 
For ever be thy name adored, 
Thy glories let the world proclaim. 

2 Jesus, Lamb once crucified 

To take our load of sins away, 

Thine be the hymn that rolls its tide 

Along the realms of upper day. 

3 Holy Spirit, from above, 

In streams of light and glory given, 
Thou source of ecstasy and love, 
Thy praises ring through earth and heaven. 

4 God triune, to thee we owe 

Our every thought, our every song ; 
And ever may thy praises flow 
From saint and seraph's burning tongue. 



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HYMN 78. L. M. 

FATHER of all, whose love profound 
A ransom for our souls hath found, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy pardoning love extend. 

2 Almighty Son, incarnate Word, 
Our Prophet, Priest, Redeemer, Lord, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend; 
To us thy saving grace extend. 

3 Eternal Spirit, by whose breath 

The soul is raised from sin and death, 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
To us thy quickening power extend. 

4 Jehovah ! Father, Spirit, Son, 
Mysterious Godhead, Three in one : 
Before thy throne we sinners bend ; 
Grace, pardon, life, to us extend. 

HYMN 79. II. 4. 

WE give immortal praise 
To God the Father's love, 
For all our comforts here, 
And all our hopes above : 
He sent his own 

Eternal Son 
To die for sins ■ 

That man had done. 

2 To God the Son belongs 

Immortal glory too, 
Who saved us by his blood 
From everlasting wo : 
And now he lives, 

And now he reigns, 
And sees the fruit 
Of all his pains. 

3 To God the Spirit, praise 

And endless worship give, 
Whose new-creating power 
Makes the dead sinner live : 
His work completes 
The great design, 
And fills the soul 
With joy divine. 

4 Almighty God, to thee 

Be endless honours done 
The sacred Persons three, 
The Godhead only one : 
Where reason fails 

With all her power, 
There faith prevails, 
And love adores. 



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FAST-DAY. 
HYMN 80. CM. 

ALMIGHTY Lord ! before thy throne 
Thy mourning people bend : 
'Tis on thy pardoning grace alone, 
Our prostrate hopes depend. 

2 Dark judgments, from thy heavy hand, 

Thy dreadful power display ; 
Yet mercy spares our guilty land, 
And still we live to pray. 

3 How changed, alas ! are truths divine, 

For error, guilt, and shame ; 
What impious numbers, bold in sm, 
Disgrace the Christian name. 

4 turn us, turn us, mighty Lord, 

Convert us by thy grace: 
Then shall our hearts obey thy word, 
And see again thy face : 

5 Then, should oppressing foes invade, 

We will not sink in fear ; 
Secure of all-sufficient aid, 
When God, our God, is near. 

HYMN 81. III. 3. 

DREAD Jehovah, God of nations, 
From thy temple in the skies, 
Hear thy people's supplications, 
Now for their deliverance rise : 

2 Lo ! with deep contrition turning, 

Humbly at thy feet we bend ; 
Hear us, fasting, praying, mourning, 
Hear us, spare us, and defend. 

3 Though our sins, our hearts confounding, 

Long and loud for vengeance call, 
Thou hast mercy more abounding, 
Jesus' blood can cleanse them all. 

4 Let that love veil our transgression, 

Let that blood our guilt efface : 
Save thy people from oppression, 
Save from spoil thy holy place. 
HYMN 82. L. M. 
Prayer and Hope of Victory. 

NOW may the God of grace and power 
Attend his people's humble cry ; 
Pefend them in the needful hour, 
And send deliverance from on high. 
2 In his salvation is our hope : 

And, in the name of Israel's God, 
Our troops shall lift their banners up, 
Our navies spread their flags abroad. 



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3" Some trust in horses train'd for war. 

And some of chariots make their boasts ; 
Our surest expectations are 
From thee, the Lord of heavenly hosts. 
4 Then save us, Lord, from slavish fear, 
And let our trust be firm and strong, 
Till thy salvation shall appear, 
And hymns of peace conclude our song. 

THANKSGIVING DAY. 

HYMN 83. 

PART I. III. 2. 

PRAISE to God, immortal praise, 
For the love that crowns our days ; 
Bounteous source of every joy, 
Let thy praise our tongues employ : 
All to thee, our God, we owe, 
Source whence all our blessings flow. 

2 All the blessings of the fields, 
All the stores the garden yields, 
Flocks that whiten all the plain, 
Yellow sheaves of ripen'd grain : 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

3 Clouds that drop their fattening dews, 
Suns that genial warmth diffuse, 

All the plenty summer pours, 
Autumn's rich o'erflowing stores : 
Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

4 Peace, prosperity, and health, 
Private bliss and public wealth, 
Knowledge, with its gladdening streams, 
Pure religions holier beams : 

Lord, for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 
PART II. III. 2. 

5 Yet, should rising whirlwinds tear 
From its stem the ripening ear ; 
Though the sickening flock should fall, 
And the herd desert the stall : 

Still to thee our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

6 Should thine alter'd hand restrain 
The early and the latter rain, 
Blast each opening bud of joy, 
And the rising year destroy : 
Still to thee our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

7 Life and grace, whate'er our wo, 
Still to thee, our God, we owe ; 

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Though of earthly hopes bereft, 
Yet our hope of heaven is left ; 
And for these our souls shall raise 
Grateful vows and solemn praise. 

HYMN 84. C. M. 

FOUNTAIN of mercy, God of love, 
How rich thy bounties are : 
The rolling seasons, as they move, 
Proclaim thy constant care. 

2 When in the bosom of the earth 

The sower hid the grain, 
Thy goodness mark*d its secret birth, 
And sent the early rain. 

3 The spring's sweet influence, Lord, was thine, 

The plants in beauty grew ; 
Thou gav'st the summer's suns to shine, 
The mild refreshing dew. 

4 These various mercies from above 

Matured the swelling grain ; 
A kindly harvest crowns thy love, 
And plenty fills the plain. 

5 We own and bless thy gracious sway : 

Thy hand all nature hails ; 
Seed-time nor harvest, night nor day, 
Summer nor winter fails. 

HYMN 85. L. M. 

For Public Mercies and Deliverances. 

SALVATION doth to God belong, 
His power and grace shall be our song ; 
From him alone all mercies flow, 
His arm alone subdues the foe. 

2 Then praise this God, who bows his ear 
Propitious to his people's prayer ; 
And, though deliverance he may stay, 
Yet answers still in his own day. 

3 may this goodness lead our land, 
Still saved by thine Almighty hand, 
The tribute of its love to bring 

To thee, our Saviour, and our King. 

4 Till every public temple raise 

A song of triumph to thy praise ; 
And every peaceful, private home, 
To thee a temple shall become. 

5 Still be it our supreme delight 
To walk as in thy glorious sight ; 

"Still in thy precepts and thy fear, 
Till life's "last hour, to persevere. 



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VII. ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL 

OCCASIONS. 

BAPTISM OF INFANTS. 

HYMN 86. III. 3. 

SAVIOUR, who thy flock art feeding 
With the shepherd's kindest care, 
All the feeble gently leading, 
While the lambs thy bosom share ; 

2 Now, these little ones receiving, 

Fold them in thy gracious arm ; 
There, we know, thy word believing, 
Only there secure from harm. 

3 Never, from thy pasture roving, 

Let them be the lion's prey ; 
Let thy tenderness, so loving, 
Keep them all life's dangerous way : 

4 Then, within thy fold eternal, 

Let them find a resting place ; 
Feed in pastures ever vernal, 
Drink the rivers of thy grace. 

HYMN 87. S. M. 

THE gentle Saviour calls 
Our children to his breast ; 
He folds them in his gracious arms, 
Himself declares them blest. 

2 " Let them approach," he cries, 

" Nor scorn their humble claim ; 
The heirs of heaven are such as these, 
For such as these I came." 

3 Gladly we bring them, Lord, 

Devoting them to thee, 
Imploring that, as we are thine, 
Thine may our offspring be. 

BAPTISM OF ADULTS. 

HYMN 88. S. M. 

Eph. vi. 10-13. 

SOLDIERS of Christ arise, 
And put your armour on, 
Strong in the strength which God supplies 
Through his eternal Son. 

2 Strong in the Lord of hosts, 

And in his mighty power, 
Who in the strength of Jesus trusts 
Is more than conqueror. 

3 Stand then in his great might, 

With all his strength endued ; 
And take, to arm you for the fight, 
The panoplv of God : 



52 ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

4 That having all things done, 
And all your conflicts past, 
Ye may behold your victory won, 
And stand complete at last. 

C ONFIRMA 7YOJV*. 
HYMN 89. L. M. 

O HAPPY day, that stays my choice 
On thee, my Saviour and my God : 
Well may this glowing heart rejoice, 
And tell thy goodness all abroad. 

2 happy bond, that seals my vows, 

To him who merits all my love, 
Let cheerful anthems fill his house, 
While to his sacred throne I move. 

3 'Tis done, the great transaction's done ; 

Deign, gracious Lord, to make me thine ; 
Help me, through grace, to follow on, 
Glad to confess thy voice divine. 

4 Here rest, my oft divided heart, 

Fix'd on thy God, thy Saviour, rest; 

Who with the world would grieve to part, 

When call'd on angels' food to feast? 

5 High heaven, that heard the solemn vow, 

That vow renew'd shall daily hear, 
Till in life's latest hour I bow, 
And bless in death a bond so dear. 

HYMN 90. C. M. 

WITNESS, ye men and angels; now 
Before the Lord we speak; 
To him we make our solemn vow, 
A vow we dare not break : 

2 That, long as life itself shall last, 

Ourselves to Christ we yield ; 
Nor from his cause will we depart, 
Or ever quit the field. 

3 We trust not in our natrve strength, 

But on his grace rely, 
That, with returning wants, the Lord 
Will all our need supply. 

4 Lord, guide our doubtful feet aright, 

And keep us in thy ways ; 
And, while we turn our vows to prayers, 
Turn thou our prayers to praise. 

HYMN 91. CM. 

YOUTH, when devoted to the Lord, 
Is pleasing in his eyes ; 
A flower, though offer*d in the bud, 
Is no vain sacrifice. 



the lord's supper. 53 

2 'Tis easier far if we begin 

To fear the Lord betimes ; 
For sinners who grow old in sin 
Are harden'd by their crimes. 

3 It saves us from a thousand snares 

To mind religion young ; 
Grace will preserve our following years, 
And make our virtues strong. 

4 To thee, Almighty God, to thee 

Our hearts we now resign ; 
'Twill please us to look back and see 
That our whole lives were thine. 

HYMN 92. C. M. 

OIN the morn of life, when youth 
f With vital ardour glows, 
And shines in all the fairest charms 
That beauty can disclose ; 

2 Deep in thy soul, before its powers 

Are yet by vice enslaved. 

Be thy Creator's glorious name 

And character engraved : 

3 Ere yet the shades of sorrow cloud 

The sunshine of thy days ; 
And cares and toils, in endless round 
Encompass all thy ways : 

4 Ere yet thy heart the woes of age, 

With vain regret, deplore, 
And sadly muse on former joys, 
That now return no more. 

5 True wisdom, early sought and gain'd, 

In age will give thee rest : 
then, improve the morn of life, 
To make its evening blest. 

THE LORD'S SUPPER. 
HYMN 93. C. M. 
Rev. v. 9, 12, 13. 
nHHOU, God, all glory, honour, power, 
-*- Art worthy to receive ; 
Since all things by thy power were made, 
And by thy bounty live. 

2 And worthy is the Lamb all power, 

Honour, and wealth, to gain, 
Glory and strength ; who for our sins 
A sacrifice was slain. 

3 All worthy thou, who hast redeem'd, 

And ransom'd us to God, 
From every nation, every coast, 
By thy most precious blood. 
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54 ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

4 Blessing and honour, glory, power, 
By all in earth and heaven, 
To him that sits upon the throne, 
And to the Lamb be given. 
HYMN 94. L. M. 
TVTY God, and is thy table spread, 
-Lt± And does thy cup with love o'erflow 1 
Thither be all thy children led, 
And let them thy sweet mercies know. 

2 Hail, sacred feast, which Jesus makes, 

Rich banquet of his flesh and blood : 
Thrice happy he who here partakes 
That sacred stream, that heavenly food. 

3 Why are its bounties all in vain 

Before unwilling hearts display'd! 
Was not for you the victim slain ? 
Are you forbid the children's bread 1 

4 let thy table honour'd be, 

And furnish'd well with joyful guests : 
And may each soul salvation see, 

That here its holy pledges tastes. 
6 Drawn by thy quickening grace, Lord, 

In countless numbers let them come ; 
And gather from their Father's board, 

The bread that lives beyond the tomb. 
6 Nor let thy spreading gospel rest, 

Till through the world thy truth has run ; 
Till with this bread all men be blest, 

Who see the light, or feel the sun. 

HYMN 95. CM. 

AND are we now brought near to God, 
Who once at distance stood 1 
And, to effect this glorious change, 
Did Jesus shed his blood ? 

2 for a song of ardent praise, 

To bear our souls above : 
What should allay our lively hope, 
Or damp our flaming love. 

3 Then let us join the heavenly choirs, 

To praise our heavenly King : 
may that love which spreads this board, 
Inspire us while we sing : 

4 Glory to God in highest strains, 

And to the earth be peace ; 
Good-will from heaven to men is come, 

And let it never cease. 

HYMN 96. L. M. 
npO Jesus, our exalted Lord, 
-»- That name in heaven and earth adored, 
Fain would our hearts and voices raise 
A cheerful song of sacred praise. 



ORDINATION, OR INSTITUTION OF MINISTERS. 55 

2 But all the notes which mortals know, 
Are weak, and languishing, and low ; 
Far, far above our humble songs, 

The theme demands immortal tongues. 

3 Yet whilst around his hoard we meet, 
And worship at his sacred feet, 

O let our warm affections move, 
In glad returns of grateful love. 

4 Yes, Lord, we love and we adore, 
But long to know and love thee more ; 
And, whilst we taste the bread and wine, 
Desire to feed on joys divine. 

5 Let faith our feeble senses aid, 

To see thy wondrous love display' d ; 
Thy broken flesh, thy bleeding veins, 
Thy dreadful agonizing pains. 

6 Let humble, penitential wo, 

With painful ; pleasing anguish flow ; 
And thy forgiving love impart 
Life, hope, and joy to every heart. 

ORDINATION, OR INSTITUTION OF 

MINISTERS. 

HYMN 97. L.M. 

St. Matt. x. 

GO forth, ye heralds, in my name, 
Sweetly the gospel trumpet sound; 
The glorious jubilee proclaim, 
Where'er the human race is found. 

2 The joyful news to all impart, 

And teach him where salvation lies ; 
With care bind up the broken heart, 
And wipe the tears from weeping eyes. 

3 Be wise as serpents, where you go, 

But harmless as the peaceful dove ; 
And let your heaven-taught conduct show 
That ye're commission'd from above. 

4 Freely from me ye have received, 

Freely, in love, to others give ; 
Thus shall your doctrines be believed, 
And, by your labours, sinners live. 

HYMN 98. L. M. 
St. Mark xvi. 15, &c, and St. Matt, xxviii. 18, &c. 
46 /~i o, preach my gospel," saith the Lord, 
VT "Bid the whole earth my grace receive: 
Explain to them my sacred word, 
Bid them believe, obey, and live. 
2 " I'll make my great commission known, 
And ye shall prove my gospel true, 
By all the works that I have done, 
And all the wonders ye shall do. 



56 ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

3 " Go, heal the sick, go, raise the dead, 

Go cast out devils in my name ; 
Nor let my prophets be afraid, 
Though Greeks reproach, and Jews blaspheme. 

4 " While thus ye follow my commands, 

I'm with you till the world shall end; 
All power is trusted in my hands, 
I can destroy, and can defend." 

5 He spake, and light shone round his head ; 

On a bright cloud to heaven he rode : 
They to the farthest nations spread 
The grace of their ascended God. 

HYMN 99. L. M. 

THE Saviour, when to heaven he rose, 
In splendid triumph o'er his foes, 
Scatter'd his gifts on men below, 
And wide his royal bounties flow. 

2 Hence sprang the apostle's honour'd name, 
Sacred beyond heroic fame ; 

Hence dictates the prophetic sage, 
And hence the evangelic page. 

3 In lower forms, to bless our eyes, 
Pastors from hence and teachers rise : 
Who, though with feebler rays they shine, 
Still mark a long extended line : 

4 From Christ their varied gifts derive, 
And, fed by him, their graces live ; 
Whilst, guarded by his potent hand, 
Amidst the rage of hell they stand. 

5 So shall the bright succession run 
Through all the courses of the sun ; 
Whilst unborn churches, by their care, 
Shall rise and flourish large and fair. 

6 Jesus, our Lord, their hearts shall know, 
The spring whence all these blessings flow ; 
Pastors and people shout his praise, 
Through the long round of endless days. 

HYMN 100. L. M. 

FATHER of mercies, bow thine ear, 
Attentive to our earnest prayer ; 
We plead for those who plead for thee, 
Successful pleaders may they be. 

2 How great their work, how vast their charge ; 
Do thou their anxious souls enlarge : 
Their best acquirements are our gain ; 

We share the blessings they obtain. 

3 Clothe, then, with energy divine, 

Their words, and let those words be thine ; 
To them thy sacred truth reveal, 
Suppress their fear, inflame their zeal. 



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4 Teach them to sow the precious seed, 
Teach them thy chosen flock to feed ; 
Teach them immortal souls to gain, 
Souls that will well reward their pain. 

5 Let thronging multitudes around, 
Hear from their lips the joyful sound ; 
In humble strains thy grace implore, 
And feel thy new creating power. 

6 Let sinners break their massive chains, 
Distressed souls forget their pains ; 

Let light through distant realms be spread,, 
And Zion rear her drooping head. 

CONSECRATION OF A CHURCH. 
HYMN 101. L. M. 

AND wilt thou, O Eternal God, 
On earth establish thine abode 1 
Then look propitious from thy throne, 
And take this temple for thine own. 

2 These walls we to thine honour raise, 
Long may they echo in thy praise ; 
And thou, descending, fill the place 
With the rich tokens of thy grace. 

3 Here may the great Redeemer reign, 
With all the graces of his train ; 
While power divine his word attends, 
To conquer foes and cheer his friends. 

4 And in the last decisive day, 
When God the nations shall survey, 
May it before the world appear, 
Thousands were bom for glory here. 

MISSIONS. 
HYMN 102. L. M. 

JESUS shall reign where'er the sun 
Does his successive journeys run ; 
His kingdom spread from shore to shore, 
Till moons shall wax and wane no more. 

2 To him shall endless prayer be made, 
And praises throng to crown his head ; 
His name like sweet perfume shall rise 
With every morning sacrifice. 

3 People and realms, of every tongue, 
Dwell on his love with sweetest song ; 
And infant voices shall proclaim 
Their early blessings on his name. 

4 Blessings abound where'er he reigns ; 
The prisoner leaps to burst his chains, 
The weary find eternal rest, 

And all the sons of want are blest. 



ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

5 Where he displays his healing power, 
Death and the curse are known no more : 
In him the trihes of Adam hoast 

More blessings than their father lost 

6 Let every creature rise, and hring 
Peculiar honours to our King : 
Angels descend with songs again, 
And earth repeat the loud Amen. 

HYMN 103. L. M. 
Psalm cxvii. 

FROM all that dwell below the skies, 
Let the Creator's praise arise ; 
Jehovah's glorious name be sung 
Through every land, by every tongue. 
2 Eternal are thy mercies, Lord, 
And truth eternal is thy word : 
Thy praise shall sound from shore to shore, 
Till suns shall rise and set no more. 
HYMN 104. L. M. 

O SPIRIT of the living God, 
In all thy plenitude of grace, 
Where'er the foot of man hath trod, 
Descend on our apostate race. 

2 Give tongues of fire, and hearts of love, 

To preach the reconciling word; 
Give power and unction from above, 
Where'er the joyful sound is heard. 

3 Be darkness, at thy coming, light ; 

Confusion, order, in thy path ; 
Souls without strength inspire with might; 
Bid mercy triumph over wrath. 

4 Convert the nations; far and nigh 

The triumphs of the cross record ; 
The name of Jesus glorify, 
Till every people call him Lord. 

HYMN 105. II. 1. 

For Missions to the new Settlements in the United 

States. 

WHEN, Lord, to this our western land, 
Led by thy providential hand, 
Our wandering fathers came, 
Their ancient homes, their friends in youth, 
Sent forth the heralds of thy truth, 
To keep them in thy name. 
2 Then, through our solitary coast, 
The desert features soon were lost ; 

Thy temples there arose ; 
Our shores, as culture made them fair, 
Were hallow' d by thy rites, by prayer, 
And blossonVd as the rose. 



MISSIONS. 

3 And Oj may we repay this debt 
To regions solitary yet, 

Within our spreading land : 
There, brethren, from our common home, 
Still westward, like our fathers, roam; 

Still guided by thy hand. 

4 Saviour, we owe this debt of love : 
shed thy Spirit from above, 

To move each christian breast ; 
Till heralds shall thy truth proclaim,- 
And temples rise to fix thy name, 

Through all our desert west. 

HYMN 106. CM. 
Isaiah xxxv. 2. 

ON Zion, and on Lebanon, 
On Carmel's blooming height. 
On Sharon's fertile plains, once shone 
The glory, pure and bright : 

2 From thence, its mild and cheering ray 

Stream' d forth from land to land ; 
And empires now behold its day ; 
And still its beams expand. 

3 Its brightest splendours, darting west, 

Our happy shores illume ; 
Our farther regions, once unblest, 
Now like a garden bloom : 

4 But ah, our deserts deep and wild 

See not this heavenly light ; 
No sacred beams, no radiance mild, 
Dispel their dreary night. 

5 Thou, who didst lighten Zion's hill, 

On Carmel who didst shine, 
Our deserts let thy glory fill, 
Thy excellence divine. 

6 Like Lebanon, in towering pride, 

May all our forests smile ; 
And may our borders blossom wide, 
Like Sharon's fruitful soil. 

HYMN 107. II. 6. 

FROM Greenland's icy mountains, 
From India's coral strand, 
Where Afric's sunny fountains 
Roll down their golden sand ; 
From many an ancient river, 
From many a palmy plain, 
They call us to deliver 
Their land from error's chain. 
2 What though the spicy breezes 
Blow soft o'er Ceylon's isle ; 
Though every prospect pleases, 
And only man is vile : 



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60 ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

In vain with lavish kindness 

The gifts of God are strewn; 
The heathen in his blindness 

Bows down to wood and stone. 

3 Shall we, whose souls are lighted 

With wisdom from on high ; 
Shall we to men benighted 

The lamp of life deny 1 
Salvation, 0, Salvation, 

The joyful sound proclaim, 
Till each remotest nation 

Has learnt Messiah's name. 

4 Waft, waft, ye winds, his story, 

And you, ye waters, roll, 
Till, like a sea of glory, 

It spreads from pole to pole ; 
Till, o'er our ransom'd nature, 

The Lamb for sinners slain, 
Redeemer, King, Creator, 

In bliss returns to reign. 

HYMN 108. L.M. 
For the Jews. 

DISOWN'D of heaven, by man opprest, 
Outcasts from Zion's hallow*d ground, 
Wherefore should Israel's sons, once blest, 
Still roam the scorning world around? 

2 Lord, visit thy forsaken race, 

Back to thy fold the wanderers bring ; 
Teach them to seek thy slighted grace, 
And hail in Christ their promised King. 

3 The veil of darkness rend in twain, 

Which hides their Shiloh's glorious light ; 
The sever' d olive branch again 
Firm to its parent stock unite. 

4 Hail, glorious day, expected long ! 

When Jew and Greek one prayer shall pour, 
With eager feet one temple throng, 
With grateful praise one God adore. 

HYMN 109. IV. 1. 
Rev. xv. 3, 4. 

HOW wondrous and great 
Thy works, God of praise ; 
How just, King of saints, 
And true, are thy ways : 
who shall not fear thee, 
And honour thy name : 
Thou only art holy, 
Thou only supreme. 



FOR SUNDAY AND CHARITY SCHOOLS. 61 

2 To nations long dark 

Thy light shall he shown ; 
Their worship and vows 

Shall come to thy throne : 
Thy truth and thy judgments 

Shall spread all abroad, 
Till earth's every people 

Confess thee their God. 

FOR SUNDAY AND CHARITY SCHOOLS. 
HYMN 110. II. 4. 

CHILDREN AND CONGREGATION. 

Children. f<OME let our voices join 

ys In one glad song of praise ; 
To God, the God of love, 
Our grateful hearts we raise : 
Congregation. To God alone your praise belongs ; 

His love demands your earliest songs. 

Children. 2 Now we are taught to read 
The hook of life divine ; 
Where our Redeemer's love, 
And brightest glories shine : 
Congregation. To God alone the praise is due, 

Who sends his word to us and you. 
Children. 3 Within these hallow'd walls, 

Our wandering feet are brought ; 
Where prayer and praise ascend, 
And heavenly truths are taught : 
Congregation. To God alone your offerings bring ; 
Here in his church his praises sing. 
Children. 4 For blessings such as these, 
Our gratitude receive ; 
Lord, here accept our hearts, 
'Tis all that we can give : 
Congregation. Great God, accept their infant songs ; 
To thee alone their praise belongs. 
Both. 5 Lord, bid this work of love 

Be crown' d with meet success : 
May thousands yet unborn, 

This institution bless : 
Thus shall the praise resound to thee, 
Now, and through all eternity. 

HYMN 111. III. 1. 
.LORY to the Father give, 
God in whom we move and live ; 
Children's prayers he deigns to hear, 
Children's songs delight his ear. 
2 Glory to the Son we bring, 
Christ our Prophet, Priest, and King ; 
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ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

Children, raise your sweetest strain, 
To the Lamb, for he was slain. 

3 Glory to the Holy Ghost, 
He reclaims the sinner lost; 
Children's minds may he inspire, 
Touch their tongues with holy fire. 

4 Glory in the highest be 
To the blessed Trinity, 
For the gospel from above, 

For the word that " God is love." 
HYMN 112. CM. 

WHEN Jesus left his heavenly throne, 
He chose an humble birth ; 
Like us unhonour'd and unknown, 
He came to dwell on earth : 

2 Like him, may we be found below, 

In wisdom's paths of peace ; 
Like him, in grace and knowledge grow, 
As years and strength increase. 

3 Sweet were his words and kind his look, 

When mothers round him press' d ; 
Their infants in his arms he took, 
And on his bosom bless'd : 

4 Safe from the world's alluring harms, 

Beneath his watchful eye, 
0, thus encircled in his arms, 
May we for ever he. 

HYMN 113. L. M. 

LORD, how delightful 'tis to see 
A whole assembly worship thee : 
At once they sing, at once they pray ; 
They hear of heaven, and learn the way. 

2 I have been there, and still would go, 
'Tis like a little heaven below ; 

Not all that earth and sin can say, 
Shall tempt me to forget this day. 

3 write upon my memory, Lord, 
The text and doctrine of thy word ; 
That I may break thy laws no more, 
But love thee better than before. 

4 With thoughts of Christ and things divine. 
Fill up this sinful heart of mine ; 

That hoping pardon through his blood, 
I may lie down and wake with God. 
HYMN 114. CM. 

MERCY, descending from above, 
In softest accents pleads ; 
O may each tender bosom move, 
When mercy intercedes. 



CHARITABLE OCCASIONS. 63 

2 Children our kind protection claim, 

And God will well approve, 
When infants learn to lisp his name, 
And their Creator love. 

3 Delightful work, young souls to win, 

And turn the rising race 
From the deceitful paths of sin, 
To seek their Saviour's face. 

4 Almighty God, thine influence shed 

To aid this blest design; 
The honour of thy name he spread, 
And all the glory thine. 

CHARITABLE OCCASIONS. 
HYMN 115. C. M. 

BLEST is the man whose softening heart 
Feels all another's pain; 
To whom the supplicating eye 
Is never raised in vain : 

2 Whose breast responds with generous warmth, 

A stranger's wo to feel ; 
Who weeps in pity o'er the wound 
He wants the power to heal. 

3 To gentle offices of love 

His feet are never slow ; 
He views, through mercy's melting eye, 
A brother in a foe. 

4 To him protection shall be shown ; 

And mercy, from above, 
Descend on those who thus fulfil 
The Christian law of love. 

HYMN 116. CM. 

RICH are the joys which cannot die, 
With God laid up in store ; 
Treasures beyond the changing sky, 
Brighter than golden ore. 

2 The seeds which piety and love 

Have scatter' d here below, 

In the fair fertile fields above 

To ample harvests grow. 

3 The mite, my willing hands can give, 

At Jesus' feet I lay ; 
Grace shall the humble gift receive, 
Abounding grace, repay. 

HYMN 117. III. 3. 

LORD of life, all praise excelling, 
Thou, in glory unconfined, 
Deign'st to make thy humble dwelling 
With the poor of humble mind. 



64 ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

2 As thy love, through all creation, 

Beams like thy diffusive light ; 
So the high and humble station 
Both are equal in thy sight. 

3 Thus thy care, for all providing, 

Warm'd thy faithful prophet's tongue; 
Who, the lot of all deciding, 
To thy chosen Israel sung : 

4 When thy harvest yields thee pleasure, 

Thou the golden sheaf shalt hind ; 
To the poor belongs the treasure 
Of the scatter'd ears behind : 
Chorus. These thy God ordains to bless 
The widow and the fatherless. 

5 When thine olive plants increasing 

Pour their plenty o'er thy plain, 
Grateful, thou shalt take the blessing, 
But not search the bough again : 
Chorus. These, &c. 

6 When thy favour'd vintage flowing, 

Gladdens thine autumnal scene, 
Own thy bounteous hand bestowing, 
But thy vines the poor shall glean : 
Chorus. These, &c. 

7 Still we read thy word declaring 

Mercy, Lord, thine own decree ; 
Mercy, every sorrow sharing, 
Warms the heart resembling thee. 

8 Still the orphan and the stranger, 

Still the widow owns thy care; 

Screen' d by thee in every danger, 

Heard by thee in every prayer. 

Hallelujah, Amen. 

TO BE USED AT SEA. 
HYMN 118. L. M. 

GOD of the seas, thine awful voice 
Bids all the rolling waves rejoice ; 
And one soft word of thy command 
Can sink them silent on the sand. 

2 The smallest fish that swims the i 
Sportful, to thee a tribute pays ; 
And largest monsters of the deep, 
At thy command, or rage or sleep. 

3 Thus is thy glorious power adored 
Among the watery nations, Lord : 

Yet men, who trace the dangerous waves, 
Forget the mighty God who saves. 



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HYMN 119. IV. 5. 

Save, Lord, or we perish. St. Matt. viii. 25. 

WHEN through the torn sail the wild tempest is streaming, 
When o"er the dark wave the red lightning is gleaming, 
Nor hope lends a ray the poor seaman to cherish, 
We fly to our Maker: Save, Lord, or we perish. 

2 Jesus, once rock'd on the breast of the billow, 
Arous'd, by the shriek of despair, from thy pillow, 
Now seated in glory, the mariner cherish, 

Who cries in his anguish, Save, Lord, or we perish. 

3 And ! when the whirlwind of passion is raging, 
When sin in our hearts its wild warfare is waging, 
Then send down thy Spirit, thy ransonrd to cherish, ■ 
Rebuke the destroyer; Save, Lord, or we perish. 

HYMN 120. CM. 
Which may be used at Sea or on Land. 

LORD, for the just thou dost provide, 
Thou art their sure defence ; 
Eternal wisdom is their guide, 
Their help, Omnipotence. 

2 Though they through foreign lands should roam, 

And breathe the tainted air 
In burning climates, far from home, 
Yet thou, their God, art there. 

3 Thy goodness sweetens every soil, 

Makes every country please : 
Thou on the snowy hills dost smile, 
And smooth'st the rugged seas. 

4 When waves on waves, to heaven upreard, 

Defied the pilots art; 
When terror m each face appeafd, 
And sorrow in each heart ; 

5 To thee I raised my humble prayer, 

To snatch me from the grave : 
I found thine ear not slow to hear, 
Nor short thine arm to save. 

6 Thou gavest the word, the winds did cease, 

The storms obey'd thy will, 
The raging sea was hush'd in peace, 
And every wave was still. 

7 For this, my life, in every state, 

A life of praise shall be ; 
And death, when death shall be my fate, 
Shall join my soul to thee. 
FOR THE SICK. 
HYMN 121. L. M. 

WHEN dangers, woes, or death, are nigh, 
Past mercies teach me where to fly : 
Thine arm, Almighty God, can aid, 
When sickness grieves, and pains invade 
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ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

2 To all the various helps of art 
Kindly thy healing power impart ; 
Bethesda's bath refused to save, 
Unless an angel bless ; d the wave. 

3 All med'cines act by thy decree, 
Receive commission all from thee ; 

And not a plant which spreads the plains, 
But teems with health, when heaven ordains. 

4 Clay and Siloam's pool, we rind, 

At Heaven's command restored the blind ; 
And Jordan's waters hence were seen 
To wash a Syrian leper clean. 

5 But grant me nobler favours still, 
Grant me to know and do thy will; 
Purge my foul soul from every stain, 
And save me from eternal pain. 

6 Can such a wretch for pardon sue 1 
My crimes, my crimes arise in view, 
Arrest my trembling tongue in prayer, 
And pour the horrors of despair. 

7 But thou, regard my contrite sighs, 
My tortured breast, my streaming eyes 
To me thy boundless love extend, 
My God, my Father, and my Friend. 

8 These lovely names I ne'er could plead, 
Had not thy Son vouchsafed to bleed ; 
His blood procures our fallen race 
Admittance to the throne of grace. 

9 When sin has shot its poison' d dart, 
And conscious guilt corrodes the heart, 
His blood is all-sufficient found 

To draw the shaft, and heal the wound. 

10 What arrows pierce so deep as sin'? 
What venom gives such pain within ? 
Thou great Physician of the soul, 
Rebuke my pangs, and make me whole. 

11 O, if I trust thy sovereign skill, 
And bow submissive to thy will, 
Sickness and death shall both agree 
To bring me, Lord, at last to thee. 

HYMN 122. C. M. 
On Recovery from Sickness. 

WHEN we are raised from deep distress, 
Our God deserves our song ; 
We take the pattern of our praise 
From Hezekiah's tongue. 
2 The gates of the devouring grave 
Are open'd wide in vain, 
If he that holds the keys of death, 
Command them fast again. 



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3 When he but speaks the healing word, 

Then no disease withstands ; 
Fevers and plagues obey the Lord, 
And fly, as he commands. 

4 If half the strings of life should break, 

He can our frame restore. 
And cast our sins behind his back, 
And they are found no more. 

5 To him I cried, Thy servant save, 

Thou ever good and just ; 
Thy power can rescue from the grave, 
Thy power is all my trust ! 

6 He heard, and saved my soul from death, 

And dried my falling tears ; 
Now to his praise I'll spend my breath, 
Through my remaining years. 

HYMN 123. L. M. 

On the same. 
"jl/TY God, since thou hast raised me up, 
ItX Thee I'll extol with thankful voice ; 
Restored by thine almighty power, 
With fear before thee I'll rejoice. 

2 With troubles worn, with pain oppress'd, 

To thee I cried, and thou didst save ; 

Thou didst support my sinking hopes, 

My life did'st rescue from the grave. 

3 Wherefore, ye saints, rejoice with me, 

With me sing praises to the Lord ; 
Call all his goodness to your mind, 
And all his faithfulness record. 

4 His anger is but short : his love, 

Which is our life, hath certain stay ; 
Grief may continue for a night, 
But joy returns with rising day. 

5 Then, what I vow'd in my distress, 

In happier hours I now will give ; 
And strive that in my grateful verse, 
His praises may for ever live. 

6 To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The blest and undivided three ; 
The one sole giver of all life, 
Glory and praise for ever be. 

FUNERALS. 
HYMN 124. CM. 

HEAR what the voice from heaven declares 
To those in Christ who die : 
Released from all their earthly cares, 
They'll reign with him on high. 



ORDINANCES AND SPECIAL OCCASIONS. 

2 Then why lament departed friends, 

Or shake at death's alarms ,1 
Death's hut the servant Jesus sends 
To call us to his arms. 

3 If sin he pardon'd, we're secure, 

Death hath no sting beside ; 
The law gave sin its strength and power; 
But Christ, our ransom, died. 

4 The graves of all his saints he bless'd, 

When in the grave he lay ; 
And, rising thence, their hopes he raised 
To everlasting day. 

5 Then, joyfully, while life we have, 

To Christ, our life, we'll sing, 
Where is thy victory, grave 1 
And where, death, thy sting 1 

HYMN 125. CM. 

WHEN those we love are snatch'd away 
By death's resistless hand, 
Our hearts the mournful tribute pay 
That friendship must demand. 

2 While pity prompts the rising sigh, 

With awful power imprest ; 
May this dread truth, I too must die, 
Sink deep in every breast. 

3 Let this vain world allure no more ; 

Behold the opening tomb ; 
It bids us use the present hour, 
To-morrow death may come. 

4 The voice of this instructive scene 

May every heart obey : 
Nor be the faithful warning vain 
Which calls to watch and pray. 

5 let us to that Saviour fly, 

Whose arm alone can save ; 
Then shall our hopes ascend on high, 
And triumph o'er the grave. 

HYMN 126. CM. 
Death of a Young Person. 

HOW short the race our friend has run, 
Cut down in all his bloom : 
The course but yesterday begun 
Now finish' d in the tomb. 

2 Thou joyous youth, hence learn how soon 

Thy years may end their flight : 

Long, long before life's brilliant noon 

May come death's gloomy night. 

3 To serve thy God no longer wait, 

To-day his voice regard ; 



FUNERALS. 

To-morrow, mercy's open gate 

May be for ever barr'd. 
4 And thus the Lord reveals his grace, 

Thy youthful love to gain : 
The soul that early seeks my face, 

Shall never seek in vain. 

HYMN 127. L. M. 
Death of an Infant. 

AS the sweet flower that scents the morn, 
But withers in the rising day ; 
Thus lovely was this infant's dawn, 
Thus swiftly fled its life away. 

2 It died ere its expanding soul 

Had ever burnt with wrong desires, 
Had ever spurn'd at heaven's control, 
Or ever quench'd its sacred fires. 

3 It died to sin, it died to cares, 

But for a moment felt the rod : 
mourner, such, the Lord declares, 
Such are the children of our God. 

vTII. INVITATION AND WARNING 
HYMN 128. III. 1. 

SINNERS, turn, why will ye die 7 
God, your Maker, asks you why : 
God, who did your being give, 
Made you with himself to live : 
He the" fatal cause demands, 
Asks the work of his own hands, 
Why, ye thankless creatures, why 
Will ye cross his love, and die 1 

2 Sinners, turn, why will ye die 1 
God, your Saviour, asks you why : 
He, who did your souls retrieve, 
Died himself that ye might live : 
Will you let him die in vain 7 
Crucify your Lord again 1 

Why, ye ransom'd sinners, why 
Will ye slight his grace, and die 1 

3 Sinners, turn, why will ye die 1 
God, the Spirit, asks you why : 
He who all your lives hath strove, 
Woo'd you to embrace his love : 
Will ye not his grace receive l 
Will ye still refuse to live 1 

O, ye dying sinners, why, 
Why will ye for ever die 1 

HYMN 129. III. 1. 

HASTEN, sinner, to be wise ; 
Stay not for the morrow's sun: 
Wisdom, if you still despise, 
Harder is it to be won. 



70 INVITATION AND WARNING. 

2 Hasten, mercy to implore ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest thy season should be o ; er, 
Ere this evening's stage be run. 

3 Hasten, sinner, to return ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun ; 
Lest thy lamp should cease to burn, 
Ere salvation's work is done. 

4 Hasten, sinner, to be blest ; 

Stay not for the morrow's sun; 
Lest perdition thee arrest, 
Ere the morrow is begun. 

HYMN 130. II. 3. 

PEACE, troubled soul, whose plaintive moan 
Hath taught each scene the note of wo; 
Cease thy complaint, suppress thy groan, 

And let thy tears forget to flow : 
Behold, the precious balm is found, 
To lull thy pain, and heal thy wound. 
2 Come, freely come, by sin opprest, 
On Jesus cast thy weighty load ; 
In him thy refuge find, thy rest, 
Safe in the mercy of thy God : 
Thy God's thy Saviour, glorious word ; 
O hear, believe, and bless the Lord. 

HYMN 131. S.M. 
Rev. xxii. 17, 20. 

THE Spirit, in our hearts, 
Is whispering, Sinner, come : 
The Bride, the church of Christ, proclaims 
To all his children, Come. 

2 Let him that heareth say 

To all about him, Come : 
Let him that thirsts for righteousness, 
To Christ, the fountain, come. 

3 Yes, whosoever will, 

let him freely come, 
And freely drink the stream of life ; 
! Tis Jesus bids him come. 

4 Lo, Jesus, who invites, 

Declares, I quickly come : 
Lord, even so ; I wait thy hour : 
Jesus, my Saviour, come ! 

HYMN 132. CM. 

YE humble souls, approach your God 
With songs of sacred praise ; 
For he is good, supremely good, 
And kind are all his ways. 



PRAYER. 71 

2 All nature owns his guardian care, 

In him we live and move ; 
But nobler benefits declare 
The wonders of his love. 

3 He gave his Son, his only Son, 

To ransom rebel worms ; 
'Tis here he makes his goodness known 
In its diviner forms. 

4 To this dear refuge, Lord, we come, 

5 Tis here our hope relies; 
A safe defence, a peaceful home, 
When storms of trouble rise. 

5 Thine eye beholds, with kind regard, 

The souls who trust in thee ; 
Their humble hope thou wilt reward 
With bliss divinely free. 

6 Great God, to thy Almighty love, 

What honours shall we raise ! 
Not all th' angelic songs above 
Can render equal praise. 

IX. CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 
PRAYER. 
HYMN 133. C. M. 
PPROACH, my soul, the mercy-seat, 
Where Jesus answers prayer ; 
There humbly fall before his feet, 
For none can perish there. 

2 Thy promise is my only 
With this I venture nig 

Thou callest burden'd souls to thee, 
And such, Lord, am I. 

3 Bow'd down beneath a load of sin, 
By Satan sorely press'd, 

By war without, and fear within, 
I come to thee for rest. 

4 Be thou my shield and hiding-place; 
That, shelter* d near thy side, 

I may my fierce accuser face, 
And tell him, Thou hast died. 

5 0, wondrous love ; to bleed and die 
To bear the cross and shame, 

That guilty sinners, such as I, 
Might plead thy gracious name. 

HYMN 134. CM. 

PRAYER is the soul's sincere desire, 
Utter'd or unexpress'd; 
The motion of a hidden fire, 
That trembles in the breast. 



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72 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

2 Prayer is the burden of a sigh, 

The falling of a tear; 
The upward glancing of an eye, 
When none but God is near. 

3 Prayer is the simplest form of speech 

That infant lips can try ; 
Prayer, the sublimest strains that reach 
The majesty on high. 

4 Prayer is the Christian's vital breath, 

The Christian's native air, 
The watchword at the gates of death ; 
He enters heaven with prayer. 

5 Prayer is the contrite sinners voice, 

Returning from his ways ; 
While angels in their songs rejoice, 
And cry, Behold, he prays ! 

6 In prayer, on earth, the saints are one, 

They're one in word and mind, 
When with the Father and the Son 
Sweet fellowship they find. 

7 thou, by whom we come to God, 

The life, the truth, the way, 
The path of prayer thyself hast trod ; 
Lord, teach us how to pray. 
REPENTANCE. 
HYMN 135. L.M. 

OTHOU that hear'st when sinners cry, 
Though all my crimes before thee lie, 
Behold them not with angry look, 
But blot their memoiy from thy book. 

2 Create my nature pure within, 
And form my soul averse to sin : 
Let thy good Spirit ne'er depart, 
Nor hide thy presence from my heart. 

3 I cannot live without thy light, 
Cast out and banish'd from thy sight: 
Thy holy joys, my God, restore, 
And guard me that I fall no more. 

4 Though I have grieved thy Spirit, Lord, 
Thy help and comfort still afford ; 
And let a wretch come near thy throne, 
To plead the merits of thy Son. 

5 A broken heart, my God, my King, 
Is all the sacrifice I bring ; 

The God of grace will ne'er despise 
A broken heart for sacrifice. 

6 My soul lies humbled in the dust. 
And owns thy dreadful sentence just; 
Look down, Lord, with pitying eye, 
And save the soul condemn' d to die. 



REPENTANCE. 73 

7 Then will I teach the world thy ways ; 
Sinners shall learn thy sovereign grace : 
I'll lead them to my Saviour's hlood, 
And they shall praise a pardoning God. 

8 may thy love inspire my tongue, 
Salvation shall "be all my song : 

And all my powers shall join to bless 
The Lord, my strength and righteousness. 

HYMN 136. L.M. 

STAY, thou insulted Spirit, stay, 
Though I have done thee such despite ; 
Nor cast the sinner quite away, 
Nor take thine everlasting flight. 

2 Though I have most unfaithful been, 

And long in vain thy grace received ; 
Ten thousand times thy goodness seen, 
Ten thousand times thy goodness grieved; 

3 Yet, O, the mourning sinner spare, 

In honour of my great High Priest : 
Nor in thy righteous anger swear, 
T' exclude me from thy people's rest. 

4 My weary soul, God, release ; 

Uphold me with thy gracious hand ; 
Guide me into thy perfect peace, 
And bring me to the promised land. 

HYMN 137. L.M. 

OTHAT my load of sin were gone, 
that I could at last submit 
At Jesus's feet to lay it down, 
To lay my soul at Jesus' feet ! 

2 Rest for my soul I long to find ; 

Saviour of all, if mine thou art, 
Give me thy meek and lowly mind, 
And stamp thine image on my heart* 

3 Break off the yoke of inbred sin, 

And fully set my spirit free ; 
I cannot rest, till pure within, 
Till I am wholly lost in thee. 

4 Fain would I learn of thee, my God ; 

Thy light and easy burden prove, 
The cross, all stain'd with hallow' d bio 3 4, 
The labour of thy dying love. 

5 I would, but thou must give the power, 

My heart from every sin release ; 
Bring near, bring near the joyful hour, 
And fill me with thy perfect peace. 
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74 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

HYMN 138. CM. 
Penitential Gratitude. 

RISE, my soul, the hours review, 
When, awed by guilt and fear, 
To heaven for grace thou durst not sue, 
And found no rescue here. 

2 Thy tears are dried, thy griefs are fled, 

Dispell'd each hitter care; 
For Heaven itself has lent its aid 
To save thee from despair. 

3 Hear, then, God, thy work fulfil, 

And, from thy mercy's throne, 
Vouchsafe me strength to do thy will, 
And to resist mine own : 

4 So shall my soul each power employ 

Thy mercy to adore ; 
While heaven itself proclaims with joy, 
One pardoned sinner more. 

FAITH. 
HYMN 139. III. 2. 

ROCK of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From thy side, a healing flood, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Save from wrath, and make me pure. 

2 Should my tears for ever flow, 
Should my zeal no languor know, 
This for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and thou alone ; 
In my hand no price I bring, 
Simply to thy cross I cling. 

3 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When mine eye-lids close in death, 
When I rise to worlds unknown, 
And behold thee on thy throne ; 
Rock of ages, cleft for me, 

Let me hide myself in thee. 

HYMN 140. L. M. 

FAITH is the Christian's evidence 
Of things unseen by mortal eye ; 
It passes all the bounds of sense, 
And penetrates the inmost sky. 
2 Things absent it can set in view, 

And bring far distant prospects home ; 
Events long past it can renew, 
And long foresee the things to come. 



FAITH. 75 

3 With strong persuasion, from afar 

The heavenly region it surveys,. 
Embraces all the blessings there, * . 
And here enjoys the promises. 

4 By faith a steady course we steer, 

Through ruffling storms and swelling seas, 
O'ercome the world, keep down our fear, 
And still possess our souls in peace. 

5 By faith we pass the vale of tears 

Safe and serene, though oft distress'd ; 
By faith, subdue the king of fears, 
And go rejoicing to our rest. 

HYMN 141. CM. 
Rom. viii. 31—34. 

OLET triumphant faith dispel 
The fears of guilt and wo : 
If God be for us, God the Lord, 
Who, who shall be our foe 1 

2 He who his only Son gave up 

To death, that we might live, 
Shall he not all things freely grant, 
That boundless love can give 1 

3 Who now his people shall accuse 1 

'Tis God hath justified: 
Who now his people shall condemn'? 
The Lamb of God hath died. 

4 And he who died hath risen again, 

Triumphant from the grave : 
At God's right hand for us he pleads 
Omnipotent to save. 

HYMN 142. CM. 
Dead Faith. 

DELUDED souls, that dream of heaven, 
And make their empty boast 
Of inward joys, and sins forgiven, 
While they are slaves to lust. 

2 Vain are our fancies, vain our flights, 

If faith be cold and dead ; 

None but a living power unites 

To Christ, the living Head. 

3 The faith which new creates the heart, 

And works by active love, 

Will bid all sinful joys depart, 

And lift the thoughts above. 

4 God from the curse hath set us free, 

To make us pure within ; 
Nor did he send his Son to be 
The minister of sin. 



76 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

HYMN 143. III. 1. 

Christ our Refuge. 

JESUS, Saviour of my soul, 
Let me to thy bosom fly, 
While the waves of trouble roll, 

While the tempest still is high : 
Hide me, O my Saviour, hide, 

Till the storm of life is past ; 
Safe into the haven guide ; 

O receive my soul at last 
2 Other refuge have I none, 

Hangs my helpless soul on thee : 
Leave, ah, leave me not alone, 

Still support and comfort me : 
All my trust on thee is stay'd, 

All my hope from thee I bring ; 
Cover my defenceless head 

With the shadow of thy wing. 

HYMN 144. IV. 4. 

HOW firm a foundation^ ye saints of the Lord, 
Is laid for your faith in his excellent word ; 
What more can he say than to you he hath said, 
You who unto Jesus for refuge have fled: 

2 Fear not, I am with thee, be not dismay'd, 
I, I am thy God, and will still give thee aid ; 

I'll strengthen thee, help thee, and cause thee to stand, 
Upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. 

3 When through the deep waters I call thee to go, 
The rivers of wo shall not thee overflow ; 

For I will be with thee, thy troubles to bless, 
And sanctify to thee thy deepest distress. 

4 When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, 
My grace, all-sufficient, shall be thy supply ; 
The flame shall not hurt thee, I only design 
Thy dross to consume, and thy gold to refine. 

5 The soul that to Jesus hath fled for repose, 
I will not, I will not desert to his foes ; 

That soul, though all hell shall endeavour to shake, 
I'll never — no never — no, never forsake. 

HOPE. 
HYMN 145. 

RISE, my soul, and stretch thy wings, 
Thy better portion trace ; 
Rise, from transitory things, 

Towards heaven, thy destined place : 
Sun, and moon, and stars decay, 

Time shall soon this earth remove ; 
Rise, my soul, and haste away 
To seats prepared above. 



joy. 77 



2 Cease, my soul, cease to mourn, 

Press onward to the prize ; 
Soon thy Saviour will return, 

To take thee to the skies : 
There, is everlasting peace, 

Rest, enduring rest in heaven ; 
There, will sorrow ever cease, 

And crowns of joy be given. 

HYMN 146. III. 1. 

CHILDREN of the heavenly King, 
As we journey let us sing ; 
Sing the Saviour's worthy praise, 
Glorious in his works and ways. 

2 We are travelling home to God 
In the way the fathers trod ; 
They are happy now, and we 
Soon their happiness shall see. 

3 Banish'd once, by sin betray'd, 
Christ our advocate was made ; 
Pardon'd now, no more we roam, 
Christ conducts us to our home. 

4 Lord, obediently we'll go, 
Gladly leaving all below ; 
Only thou our leader be, 
And we still will follow thee. 

HYMN 147. CM. 

WHEN I can read my title clear 
To mansions in the skies, 
I'll bid farewell to every fear, 
And wipe my weeping eyes. 

2 Should earth against my soul engage, 

And fiery darts be hurl'd, 
Then I can smile at Satan's rage, 
And face a frowning world. 

3 Let cares like a wild deluge come, 

Let storms of sorrow fall ; 
So I but safely reach my home, 
My God, my heaven, my all : 

4 There, anchor'd safe, my weary soul 

Shall find eternal rest ; 
Nor storms shall beat, nor billows roll 
Across my peaceful breast. 
JOT. 
HYMN 148. CM. 

JOY is a fruit that will not grow 
In nature's barren soil; 
All we can boast, till Christ we know, 
Is vanity and toil. 
2 A bleeding Saviour, seen by faith, 
A sense of pardoning love, 
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78 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

A hope that triumphs over death, 
Give joys like those above. 

3 These are the joys which satisfy 

And purify the mind; 
Which make the spirit mount on high, 
And leave the world behind. 

4 No more, believer, mourn thy lot ; 

O thou who art the Lord's, 
Resign to those who know him not, 
Such joy as earth affords. 

HYMN 149. S. M. 

COME, ye that love the Lord, 
And let your joys be known ; 
Join in a song with sweet accord, 
And thus surround the throne. 

2 Let those refuse to sing 

That never knew our God, 
But children of the heavenly King 
May speak their joys abroad. 

3 The God of heaven is ours, 

Our Father and our love ; 
His care shall guard life's fleeting hours, 
Then waft our souls above. 

4 There shall we see his face, 

And never, never sin ; 
There, from the rivers of his grace, 
Drink endless pleasures in. 

5 Yes, and before we rise 

To that immortal state, 
The thoughts of such amazing bliss 
Should constant joys create. 

6 Children of grace have found 

Glory begun below: 
Celestial fruits on earthly ground 
From faith and hope may grow. 

7 The hill of Sion yields 

A thousand sacred sweets, 
Before we reach the heavenly fields, 
Or walk the golden streets. 

8 Then let our songs abound, 

And every tear be dry ; 
We're travelling through Immanuel s ground, 
To fairer worlds on high. 
LOVE. 
HYMN 150. III. 3. 

LORD, with glowing heart I praise thee 
For the bliss thy love bestows ; 
For the pardoning grace that saves me, 
And the peace that from it flows : 



PRAISE. 79 

Help, God, my weak endeavour ; 

This dull soul to rapture raise : 
Thou must light the name, or never 

Can my love be warm'd to praise. 

2 Praise, my soul, the God that sought thee, 

Wretched wanderer, far astray ; 
Found thee lost, and kindly brought thee 

From the paths of death away : 
Praise, with love's devoutest feeling, 

Him who saw thy guilt-born fear, 
And, the light of hope revealing, 

Bade the blood-stain' d cross appear. 

3 Lord, this bosom's ardent feeling 

Vainly would my lips express : 
Low before thy footstool kneeling, 

Deign thy suppliant's prayer to bless : 
Let thy grace, my soul's chief treasure, 

Love's pure flame within me raise; 
And, since words can never measure, 

Let my life show forth thy praise. 
HYMN 151. III. 1. 

LORD, my God, I long to know, 
Oft it causes anxious thought ; 
Do I love thee, Lord, or no 7 
Am I thine, or am I not 1 

2 Could my heart so hard remain, 

Prayer a task and burden prove, 
Any duty give me pain, 
If I knew a Saviour's love '! 

3 When I turn mine eyes within, 

how dark, and vain, and wild ! 
Prone to unbelief and sin, 
Can I deem myself thy child 1 ? 

4 Yet I mourn my stubborn will, 

Find my sin a grief and thrall : 
Should I grieve for what I feel, 
If I did not love at all 1 

5 Could I love thy saints to meet, 

Choose the ways I once abhorr'd, 
Find at times the promise sweet, 
If I did not love thee, Lord 1 

6 Saviour, let me love thee more, 

If I love at all, I pray : 
If I have not loved before, 
Help me to begin to-day. 
PRAISE. 
HYMN 152. 

THE God of Abraham praise, 
Who reigns enthroned above ; 
Ancient, of everlasting days, 
And God of love ; 



80 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

Jehovah, Great I AM, 
By earth and heaven confess'd ; 

I how, and hless the sacred name, 
For ever bless' d. 

2 The God of Abraham praise, 

At whose supreme command 
From earth I rise, and seek the joys 

At his right hand : 
I all on earth forsake, 

Its wisdom, fame, and power; 
And him my only portion make, 

My shield and tower. 

3 He by himself hath sworn, 

I on his oath depend, 
I shall, on angel wings upborne, 

To heaven ascend : 
I shall behold his face, 

I shall his power adore, 
And sing the wonders of his grace 

For evermore. 

4 There dwells the Lord, our King, 

The Lord, our righteousness, 
Triumphant o'er the world and sin, 

The Prince of peace ; 
On Z ion's sacred height 

His kingdom he maintains, 
And, glorious, with his saints in light, 

For ever reigns. 

5 The God who reigns on high 

The great archangels sing ; 
And, Holy, Holy, Holy, cry, 

Almighty King, 
Who was, and is the same, 

And evermore shall be ; 
Jehovah, Father, Great I AM, 

We worship thee. 

6 The whole triumphant host 

Give thanks to God on high ; 
Hail, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

They ever cry : 
Hail, Abraham's God and mine, 

I join the heavenly lays ; 
All might and majesty are thine, 

And endless praise. 

HYMN 153. IV. 3. 
Psalm c. 

BE joyful in God, all ye lands of the earth, 
O serve him with gladness and fear ; 
Exult in his presence with music and mirth, 
With love and devotion draw near. 



PRAISE. 81 

2 For Jehovah is God, and Jehovah alone, 

Creator and ruler o'er all ; 
And we are his people, his sceptre we own ; 
His sheep, and we follow his call. 

3 enter his gates with thanksgiving and song, 

Your vows in his temple proclaim ; 
His praise with melodious accordance prolong, 
And bless his adorable name. 

4 For good is the Lord, inexpressibly good, 

And we are the work of his hand ; 
His mercy and truth from eternity stood, 
And shall to eternity stand. 

HYMN 154. L. M. 
Psalm c. 

BEFORE Jehovah's awful throne, 
Ye nations, bow with sacred joy ; 
Know that the Lord is God alone ; 
He can create, and he destroy. 

2 His sovereign power, without our aid, 
Made us of clay, and form'd us men ; 

And when like wandering sheep we stray'd, 
He brought us to his fold again. 

3 We are his people, we his care, 
Our souls, and all our mortal frame ; 
What lasting honours shall we rear, 
Almighty Maker, to thy name 1 

4 We'll crowd thy gates with thankful songs, 
High as the heaven our voices raise ; 

And earth, with her ten thousand tongues, 
Shall fill thy courts with sounding praise. 

5 Wide as the world is thy command, 
Vast as eternity thy love ; 

Firm as a rock thy truth must stand, 
When rolling years shall cease to move. 

HYMN 155. III. 1. 
Songs of Praise. 

SONGS of praise the angels sang ; 
Heaven with hallelujahs rang, 
When Jehovah's work begun, 
When he spake and it was done. 

2 Songs of praise awoke the mom, 
When the Prince of peace was bom ; 
Songs of praise arose, when he 
Captive led captivity. 

3 Heaven and earth must pass away ; 
Songs of praise shall crown that day : 
God will make new heavens and earth; 
Songs of praise shall hail their birth. 



CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

4 And shall man alone be dumb, 
Till that glorious kingdom come ] 
No ; the church delights to raise 
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise. 

5 Saints below, with heart and voice, 
Still in songs of praise rejoice ; 
Learning here by faith and love, 
Songs of praise to sing above. 

6 Borne upon their latest breath, 
Songs of praise shall conquer death ; 
Then, amidst eternal joy, 

Songs of praise their powers employ. 

COJVTEJVTMEMT. 
HYMN 156. CM. 

FATHER, whate ; er of earthly bliss 
Thy sovereign will denies, 
Accepted at thy throne, let this, 
My humble prayer, arise : 

2 Give me a calm and thankful heart, 

From every murmur free ; 
The blessings of thy grace impart, 
And make me live to thee : 

3 Let the sweet hope that thou art mine, 

My life and death attend. 
Thy presence through my journey shine, 
And crown my journey's end. 

HYMN 157. L.M. 

BE still, my heart, these anxious cares 
To thee are burdens, thorns, and snares ; 
They cast dishonour on thy Lord, 
And contradict his gracious word. 

2 Brought safely by his hand thus far, 
Why wilt thou now give place to fear ? 
How canst thou want if he provide, 
Or lose thy way with such a guide ? 

3 When first before his mercy seat, 
Thou didst to him thy all commit ; 
He gave thee warrant from that hour, 
To trust his wisdom, love, and power. 

4 Did ever trouble yet befall, 
And he refuse to hear thy call ? 
And has he not his promise past, 
That thou shalt overcome at last 1 

5 Though rough and thorny be the road, 
It leads thee home, apace, to God ; 
Then count thy present trials small, 
For heaven will make amends for all. 



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US AFFLICTION. 
HYMN 158. CM. 

HEAR, gracious God, my humble moan, 
To thee I breathe my sighs ; 
When will the mournful night be gone 1 
When shall my joys arise 1 

2 Yet, though my soul in darkness mourns, 

Thy promise is my stay ; 
Here would I rest till light returns : 
Thy presence makes my day. 

3 Come, Lord, and with celestial peace 

Relieve my aching heart ; 
smile and bid my sorrows cease, 
And all their gloom depart. 

4 Then shall my drooping spirit rise, 

And bless thy healing rays, 
And change these deep complaining sighs 
For songs of sacred praise. 

HYMN 159. II. 3. 
Psalm xlii. 1—5. 

AS, panting in the sultry beam, 
The hart desires the cooling stream, 
So to thy presence, Lord, I flee, 
So longs my soul, O God, for thee ; 
Athirst to taste thy living grace, 
And see thy glory, face to face. 

2 But rising griefs distress my soul, 
And tears on tears successive roll ; 
For many an evil voice is near, 

To chide my wo, and mock my fear ; 

And silent memory weeps alone 

O'er hours of peace and gladness flown. 

3 For I have walk'd the happy round 
That circles Zion's holy ground, 
And gladly swell' d the choral lays, 

That hymnd my great Redeemer's praise, 
What time the hallow'd arches rung 
Responsive to the solemn song. 

4 Ah, why, by passing clouds opprest, 
Should vexing thoughts distract thy breast] 
Turn, turn to Him, in every pain, 
Whom suppliants never sought in vain ; 
Thy strength, in joy's ecstatic day, 

Thy hope, when joy has pass'd away 
HYMN 160. II. 3. 
A compassionate High Priest. Heb. iv. 15. 

WHEN gathering clouds around I view, 
And days are dark, and friends are few, 
On him I lean, who, not in vain, 
Experienced every human pain ; 



84 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

He feels my griefs, he sees my fears, 
And counts and treasures up my tears. 

2 If aught should tempt my soul to stray 
From heavenly wisdom's narrow way, 
To fly the good I would pursue, 

Or do the ill I would not do ; 

Still he, who felt temptation's power, 

Shall guard me in that dangerous hour. 

3 When vexing thoughts within me rise, 
And, sore dismay'd, my spirit dies ; 
Then he, who once vouchsafed to bear 
The sickening anguish of despair, 
Shall sweetly soothe, shall gently dry, 
The throbbing heart, the streaming eye. 

4 When sorrowing o'er some stone I bend, 
Which covers all that was a friend, 
And from his voice, his hand, his smile, 
Divides me for a little while ; 

Thou, Saviour, seest the tears I shed, 
For thou didst weep o'er Lazarus dead. 

5 And, 0, when I have safely past 
Through every conflict but the last, 
Still, still unchanging, watch beside 
My bed of death, "forthou hast died; 
Then point to realms of endless day, 
And wipe the latest tear away. 

HYMN 161. L. M. 
Sanctified Affliction. 

LORD, unafflicted, undismay'd, 
In pleasure's path how long I stray'd : 
But thou hast made me feel thy rod, 
And turn'd my soul to thee, my God. 

2 What though it pierced my fainting heart, 
I bless thy hand that caused the smart ; 

It taught my tears awhile to flow, 
But saved me from eternal wo. 

3 0, hadst thou left me unchastised, 
Thy precepts I had still despised, 
And still the snare in secret laid ; 
Had my unwary feet betray'd. 

4 I love thy chastenings, my God, 
They fix my hopes on thy abode ; 
Where, in thy presence fully blest, 
Thy stricken saints for ever rest. 

DAILY DEVO TlOJf. 
HYMN 162. II. 3. 
Daily Dependence. 
"HEN, streaming from the eastern skies, 
The morning light salutes mine eyes, 
Sun of righteousness divine, 
On me with beams of mercy shine ; 



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DAILY DEVOTION. 85 

Chase the dark clouds of sin away, 
And turn my darkness into day. 

2 When to heaven's great and glorious King 
My morning sacrifice I bring ; 

And, mourning o'er my guilt and shame, 
Ask mercy, Saviour, in thy name : 
My conscience sprinkle with thy blood, 
And he my advocate with God. 

3 As every day thy mercy spares 
Will bring its trials and its cares, 

Saviour, till my life shall end, 
Be thou my counsellor and friend : 
Teach me thy precepts, all divine, 
And be thy pure example mine. 

4 When pain transfixes every part, 
Or languor settles at the heart ; 
When on my bed, diseased, oppress'd, 

1 turn, and sigh, and long for rest ; 
O great Physician, see my grief, 
And grant thy servant sweet relief. 

5 Should poverty's destructive blow 
Lay all my worldly comforts low ; 
And neither help nor hope appear, 
My steps to guide, my heart to cheer ; 
Lord, pity and supply my need, 

For thou, on earth, wast poor indeed. 

6 Should Providence profusely pour 
Its varied blessings in my store ; 

O keep me from the ills that wait 
On such a seeming prosperous state : 
From hurtful passions set me free, 
And humbly may I walk with thee. 

7 When each day's scenes and labours close, 
And wearied nature seeks repose, 

With pardoning mercy richly bless'd, 
Guard me, my Saviour, while I rest: 
And, as each morning sun shall rise, 
lead me onward to the skies. 

8 And, at my life's last setting sun, 
My conflicts o'er, my labours done, 
Jesus, thy heavenly radiance shed, 
To cheer and bless my dying bed ; 
And, from death's gloom my spirit raise, 
To see thy face and sing thy praise. 

HYMN 163. L.M. 
/ kave set God always before me. Psalm xvi. 9. 

SAVIOUR, when night involves the skies, 
My soul adoring, turns to thee ; 
Thee, self-abased in mortal guise, 
And wrapt in shades of death for me. 



CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

2 On thee my waking raptures dwell, 

When crimson gleams the east adorn, 
Thee, victor of the grave and hell, 
Thee, source of life's eternal morn. 

3 When noon her throne in light arrays, 

To thee, my soul triumphant springs ; 
Thee, throned in glory's endless Maze, 
Thee, Lord of lords, and King of kings. 

4 O'er earth, when shades of evening steal, 

To death and thee my thoughts I give ; 
To death, whose power I soon must feel, 
To thee, with whom I trust to live. 
HYMN 164. L. M. 
Morning Hymn. 

AWAKE, my soul, and with the sun 
Thy daily course of duty run ; 
Shake off dull sloth, and early rise 
To pay thy morning sacrifice. 

2 Redeem thy mispent time that's past ; 
Live this day, as if 'twere thy last : 
To improve thy talents take due care 
'Gainst the great day thyself prepare. 

3 Let all thy converse be sincere, 

Thy conscience as the noonday clear ; 
Think how the all-seeing God, thy ways 
And all thy secret thoughts surveys. 

4 Wake, and lift up thyself, my heart, 
And with the angels bear thy part ; 
Who all night long unwearied sing, 
Glory to thee, eternal King. 

5 I wake, I wake, ye heavenly choir ; 
Maj r your devotion me inspire ; 
That I like you my age may spend, 
Like you may on my God attend. 

6 May I like you in God delight, 
Have all day long my God in sight ; 
Perform like you my Maker's will : 
0, may I never more do ill. 

7 Glory to thee, who safe hast kept, 
And hast refresh' d me whilst I slept : 
Grant, Lord, when I from death shall wake, 
I may of endless life partake. 

8 Lord, I my vows to thee renew ; 
Scatter my sins as morning dew ; 
Guard my first spring of thought and will. 
And with thyself my spirit fill. 

9 Direct, control, suggest this day, 
All I design, or do, or say, 

That all my powers, with all their might, 
In thy sole glory may unite. 



DAILY DEVOTION. 87 

10 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye angelic host ; 
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost. 

HYMN 165. L.M. 
Morning. 

ARISE, my soul, with rapture rise. 
And, fill'd with love and fear, adore 
The awful Sovereign of the skies, 
Whose mercy lends me one day more. 

2 And may this day, indulgent Power, 

■Not idly pass, nor fruitless be ; 
But may each swiftly flying hour 
Still nearer bring my soul to Thee. 

3 But can it be 1 that Power divine 

Is throned in light's unbounded blaze ; 
And countless worlds and angels join 
To swell the glorious song of praise : 

4 And will he deign to lend an ear, 

When I, poor abject mortal, pray ? 
Yes, boundless goodness, he will hear, 
Nor cast the meanest wretch away. - 

5 Then let me serve thee all my days, 

And may my zeal with years increase : 
For pleasant, Lord, are all thy ways, 
And all thy paths are paths of peace. 

HYMN 166. CM. 
Morning. 

TO thee let my first offerings rise, 
Whose sun creates the day, 
Swift as his gladdening influence flies, 
And spotless as his ray. 

2 This day thy favouring hand be nigh, . 

So oft vouchsafed before ; 
Still may it lead, protect, supply, 
And I that hand adore. 

3 If bliss thy Providence impart, 

For which, resign' d, I pray, 

Give me to feel a cheerful heart, 

And grateful homage pay. 

4 Affliction should thy love intend, 

As vice or folly's cure, 
Patient to gain that gracious end, 
May I the means endure. 

5 Be this and every future day 

Still wiser than the past ; 
And when I all my life survey, 
May grace sustain at last. 



88 CHRISTIAN DUTIES AND AFFECTIONS. 

HYMN 167. III. 1. 

Morning. 

NOW the shades of night are gone ; 
Now the morning light is come ; 
Lord, may we be thine to-day ; 
Drive the shades of sin away. 

2 Fill our souls with heavenly light, 
Banish doubt and clear our sight ; 
In thy service, Lord, to-day, 
May we labour, watch and. pray. 

3 Keep our haughty passions bound ; 
Save us from our foes around ; 
Going out and coming in, 

Keep us safe from every sin. 

4 When our work of life is past, 
receive us then at last ; 
Night and sin will be no more, 
When we reach the heavenly shore. 

HYMN 168. L. M. 
Evening Hymn. 

GLORY to thee, my God, this night, 
For all the blessings of the light : 
Keep me, keep me, King of kings, 
Under thine own Ahnighty wings. 

2 Forgive me, Lord, for thy dear Son, 
The ills that I this day have done ; 
That with the world, myself, and thee, 
I, ere I sleep, at peace may be. 

3 Teach me to live, that I may dread 
The grave as little as my bed ; 
Teach me to die, that so I may 
Triumphing rise at the last day. 

4 may my soul on thee repose, 

And with sweet sleep mine eyelids close : 
Sleep, that may me more vigorous make 
To serve my God, when I awake. 

5 When in the night I sleepless lie, 

My soul with heavenly thoughts supply : 
Let no ill dreams disturb my rest, 
No powers of darkness me molest. 

6 0, when shall I, in endless day, 
For ever chase dark sleep away, 
And hymns divine with angels sing, 
Glory to thee, eternal King. 

7 Praise God, from whom all blessings flow, 
Praise him, all creatures here below ; 
Praise him above, ye angelic host ; 
Praise Father, So\\, and Holy Ghost. 



DAILY DEVOTION. 89 

HYMN 169. L.M. 
Evening. 

GREAT God, to thee my evening song 
With humble gratitude I raise : 

let thy mercy tune my tongue, 
And fill my heart with lively praise. 

2 My days unclouded as they pass, 

And every onward rolling hour, 
Are monuments of wondrous grace, 
And witness to thy love and power. 

3 And yet this thoughtless, wretched heart, 

Too oft regardless of thy love, 
Ungrateful, can from thee depart, 
And from the path of duty rove. 

4 Seal my forgiveness in the blood 

Of Christ, my Lord ; his name alone 

1 plead for pardon, gracious God, 
And kind acceptance at thy throne. 

5 With hope in him mine eyelids close, 

With sleep refresh my feeble frame ; 
Safe in thy care may I repose, 
And wake with praises to thy Name. 
HYMN 170. CM. 
Evening. 

NOW from the altar of our hearts, 
Let flames of love arise ; 
Assist us, Lord, to offer up 
Our evening sacrifice. 

2 Minutes and mercies multiplied 

Have made up all this day ; 
Minutes came quick, but mercies were 
More swift, more free than they. 

3 New time, new favours, and new joys, 

Do a new song require ; 
Till we shall praise thee as we would, 
Accept our hearts' desire. 

HYMN 171. S.M. 
Evening. 

THE day is past and gone ; 
The evening shades appear ; 
may we all remember well 
The night of death draws near. 

2 We lay our garments by, 

Upon our beds to rest ; 
So death shall soon disrobe us all 
Of what is here possest. 

3 Lord, keep us safe this night, 

Secure from all our fears ; 
May angels guard us while we sleep, 
Till morning light appears. 
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90 THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

HYMN 172. III. 1. 
Psalm cxli. 2. 

SOFTLY now the light of day 
Fades upon my sight away ; 
Free from care, from labour free, 
Lord, I would commune with thee : 

2 Thou whose all-pervading eye 

Naught escapes, without, within, 
Pardon each infirmity, 
Open fault, and secret sin. 

3 Soon, for me, the light of day 
Shall for ever pass away ; 
Then from sin and sorrow free. 
Take me, Lord, to dwell with thee : 

4 Thou who, sinless, yet hast known 

All of man's infirmity ; 
Then, from thine eternal throne, 
Jesus, look with pitying eye. 

HYMN 173. IV. 2. 
Evening. 

INSPIRER and hearer of prayer, 
Thou shepherd and guardian of thine, 
My all to thy covenant care, 
I, sleeping or waking, resign. 

2 If thou art my shield and my sun, 

The night is no darkness to me ; 
And, fasf as my minutes roll on, 
They bring me but nearer to thee. 

3 A sovereign protector I have, 

Unseen, yet for ever at hand ; 
Unchangeably faithful to save, 
Almighty to rule and command. 

4 His smiles and his comforts abound, 

His grace, as the dew, shall descend ; 
And walls of salvation surround 
The soul he delights to defend. 

X. THE CHRISTIAN LIFE, 
HYMN 174. CM. 
Renouncing the World. 

LET worldly minds the world pursue, 
It has no charms for me ; 
Once I admired its follies too, 
But grace has set me free. 

2 Those follies now no longer please, 

No more delight afford ; 
Far from my heart be joys like these, 
Now I have known the Lord. 

3 As by the light of opening day 

The stars are all conceald, 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 91 

So earthly pleasures fade away 

When Jesus is reveal' d. 
Creatures no more divide my choice, 

I hid them all depart ; 
His name, and love, and gracious voice 

Shall fix my roving heart. 
Now, Lord, I would be thine alone, 

And wholly live to thee ; 
Yet worthless still myself I own, 

Thy worth is all my plea. 

HYMN 175. L.M. 
Not ashamed of Christ. 

JESUS, and shall it ever he, 
A mortal man ashamed of thee . 
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise. 
Whose glories shine through endless days. 
Ashamed of Jesus, sooner far 
Let night disown each radiant star ; 
'Tis midnight with my soul, till he, 
Bright morning Star, bid darkness flee. 
Ashamed of Jesus, 0, as soon 
Let morning blush to own the sun ; 
He sheds the beams of light divine 
O'er this benighted soul of mine. 
Ashamed of Jesus, that dear friend 
On whom my hopes of heaven depend : 
No ; when I blush, be this my shame, 
That I no more revere his name. 
Ashamed of Jesus, empty pride ; 
I'll boast a Saviour crucified ; 
And, O, may this my portion be, 
My Saviour not ashamed of me. 
HYMN 176. S. M. 
Prayer for Christian Graces. 

JESUS, my strength, my hope, 
On thee I cast my care, 
With humble confidence look up, 

And know thou hear'st my prayer : 

Give me on thee to wait, 

Till I can all things do ; 
On thee, almighty to create, 

Almighty to renew. 
I want a sober mind, 

A self-renouncing will, 
That tramples down and casts behind 

The baits of pleasing ill : 

A soul inured to pain, 

To hardship, grief, and loss ; 
Ready to take up and sustain 

The consecrated cross. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

3 I want a godly fear, 

A quick, discerning eye, 
That looks to thee when sin is near, 

And sees the tempter fly ; 

A spirit still prepared, 

And arm'd with jealous care, 
For ever standing on its guard, 

And watching unto prayer. 

4 I want a heart to pray, 

To pray and never cease, 
Never to murmur at thy stay, 

Nor wish my sufferings less ; 

This blessing, above all, 

Always to pray I want, 
Out of the deep on thee to call, 

And never, never faint. 

5 I want a true regard, 

A single steady aim, 
Unmoved by threatening or reward, 

To thee and thy great name ; 

A jealous, just concern 

For thine immortal praise ; 
A pure desire that all may learn 

And glorify thy grace. 

6 I rest upon thy word, 

The promise is for me ; 
My succour and salvation, Lord, 

Shall surely come from thee : 

But let me still abide, 

Nor from my hope remove, 
Till thou my patient spirit guide 

Into thy perfect love. 

HYMN 177. III. 3. 
Prayer for Outdance. 

GUIDE me, thou great Jehovah, 
Pilgrim through this barren land ; 
I am weak, but thou art mighty ; 
Hold me with thy powerful hand. 

2 Open now the crystal fountains 

Whence the living waters flow ; 
Let the fiery, cloudy pillar, 
Lead me all my journey through. 

3 Feed me with the heavenly manna 

In this barren wilderness ; 
Be my sword, and shield, and banner ; 
Be the Lord my righteousness. 

4 When I tread the verge of Jordan, 

Bid my anxious fears subside ; 
Death of death, and hell's destruction, 
Land me safe on Canaan's side. 



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HYMN 178. L.M. 
Following^ the Example of Christ. 

WHENE'ER the angry passions rise, 
And tempt our thoughts or tongues to strife, 
To Jesus let us lift our eyes, 
Bright pattern of the christian life. 

2 how benevolent and kind, 

How mild, how ready to forgive : 
Be this the temper of our mind, 
And these the rules by which we live. 

3 To do his heavenly Father's will 

Was his employment and delight; 
Humility and holy zeal 
Shone through his life divinely bright. 

4 Dispensing good where'er he came, 

The labours of his life were love ; 
Then, if we bear the Saviour's name, 
By his example let us move. 

5 But, ah, how blind, how weak we are, 

How frail, how apt to turn aside ; 
Lord, we depend upon thy care ; 
We ask thy Spirit for our guide. 

6 Thy fair example may we trace, 

To teach us what we ought to be ; 
Make us, by thy transforming grace, 

Saviour, daily more like thee. 

HYMN 179. S. M. 
Duties. 

A CHARGE to keep I have, 
A God to glorify ; 
A never dying soul to save, 
And fit it for the sky : 

2 From youth to hoary age, 

My calling to fulfil : 
may it all my powers engage 
To do my Master's will. 

3 Arm me with jealous care, 

As in thy sight to live, 
And ! thy servant, Lord, prepare 
A strict account to give : 

4 Help me to wajch and pray, 

And on thyself rely ; 
Assured if I my trust betray, 

1 shall for ever die. 

HYMN 180. CM. 

Forgetting those things which are behind, Sec* 

Phil. iii. 13, 14. 

AWAKE, my soul, stretch every nerve, 
And press with vigour on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 

2 A cloud of witnesses around 

Hold thee in full survey ; 
Forget the steps already trod, 
And onward urge thy way. 

3 'Tis God's all-animating voice 

That calls thee from on high ; 
'Tis his own hand presents the prize 
To thine uplifted eye. 

4 Then wake, my soul, stretch every nerve, 

And press with vigour on ; 
A heavenly race demands thy zeal, 
And an immortal crown. 

HYMN 181. C. M. 
Doubting. 

THE Lord will happiness divine 
On contrite hearts bestow ; 
Then tell me, gracious God, is mine 
A contrite heart, or no 1 

2 I hear, but seem to hear in vain, 

Insensible as steel ; 
If aught is felt, 'tis only pain 
To find I cannot feel. 

3 My best desires are faint and few, 

I fain would strive for more ; 
But when I cry, My strength renew, 
Seem weaker than before. 

4 I see thy saints with comfort fill'd, 

When in thy house of prayer ; 
But still in bondage I am held, 
And find no comfort there. 

5 make this heart rejoice or ache ; 

Decide this doubt for rae ; 
And if it be not broken, break ; 
And heal it, if it be. 

HYMN 182. C. M. 
Desires after renewed Holiness. 

OFOR a closer walk with God, 
A calm and heavenly frame ; 
A light to shine upon the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

2 Where is the blessedness I knew, 

When first I saw the Lord ] 
Where is the soul-refreshing view 
Of Jesus and his word? 

3 What peaceful hours I then enioy'd 

How sweet their memory still ; 
But now I feel an aching void 
The world can never fill. 



THE CHRISTIAN LIFE. 95 

4 Return, O holy Dove, return, 

Sweet messenger of rest ; 
I hate the sins that made thee moum, 
And drove thee from my breast. 

5 The dearest idol I have known, 

Whate'er that idol be, 
Help me to tear it from thy throne, 
And worship only thee. 

6 So shall my walk be close with God, 

Calm and serene my frame ; 
So purer light shall mark the road 
That leads me to the Lamb. 

HYMN 183. III. 1. 
Trials. 
9TPIS my happiness below, 

JL Not to live without the cross ; 
But the Saviour's power to know, 
Sanctifying every loss. 

2 Trials must and will befall ; 

But with humble faith to see 
Love inscribed upon them all ; 
This is happiness to me. 

3 Did I meet no trials here, 

No chastisement by the way, 
Might I not with reason fear 
I should be a cast-away 1 

4 Trials make the promise sweet ; 

Trials give new life to prayer ; 
Bring me to my Saviour's feet, 
Lay me low, and keep me there. 

HYMN 184. CM. 
Habitual Devotion. 

WHILE thee I seek, protecting Power, 
Be my vain wishes stilPd : 
And may this consecrated hour 
With better hopes be fill'd. 

2 Thy love the power of thought bestow'd, 

To thee my thoughts would soar : 
Thy mercy o'er my life has flow'd, 
That mercy I adore. 

3 In each event of life, how clear 

Thy ruling hand I see : 
Each blessing to my soul more dear, 
Because conferr'd by thee. 

4 In every joy that crowns my days, 

In every pain I bear, 
My heart shall find delight in praise, 
Or seek relief in prayer. 

5 When gladness wings my favour'd hour 

Thy love my thoughts shall fill ; 



96 THE CHRISTIAN" LIFE. 

Resign'd, when storms of sorrow lower, 
My soul shall meet thy will. 
6 My lifted eye. without a tear. 
The gathering storm shall see ; 

My steadfast heart shall know no fear, 
That heart will rest on thee. 

HYMN 185. 

Walking tcith God. 

SINCE I've known a Saviour's name, 
And sin's strong fetters broke, 
Careful without care I am, 
Nor feel my easy yoke : 
Joyful now my faith" to show, 

I find his service my reward, 
All the work I do below 
Is light, for such a Lord. 

2 To the desert or the cell, 

Let others blindly fly. 
In this evil world I dwell, 

Nor fear its enmity ; 
Here I find a house "of prayer, 

To which I inwardly retire ; 
Walking unconcern" d in care, 

And unconsumed in fire. 

3 that all the world might know 

Of living, Lord, to thee. 
Find their heaven begun below. 

And here thy goodness see ; 
Walk in all the works prepared 

By thee to exercise their grace, 
Till they gain their full reward, 

And see" thee face to face. 

HYMN 1S6. L.M. 
Heaven seen by Faith. 

AS . when the weary traveller gains 
The height of some commanding hill, 
His heart revives, if o'er the plains 
He sees his home, though distant still ; 

2 So. when the Christian pUsrrim views 

By faith his mansion in the skies. 
The sight his fainting strength renews, 
And wings his speed to reach the prize. 

3 The hope of heaven his spirit cheers; 

No more he grieves for sorrows past; 
Nor any future conflict fears. 
So he may safe arrive at last. 

4 Lord, on thee our hopes we stay. 

To lead us on to thine abode ; 
Assured thy love will far o'erpay 
The hardest labours of the road. 



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HYMN 187. IV. 4. 
I would not live alway. Job vii. 16. 

I WOULD not not live alway : I ask not to stay 
Where storm after storm rises dark o'er the way ; 
The few lurid mornings that dawn on us here, 
Are enough for life's woes, full enough for its cheer. 

2 I would not live alway, thus fetter' d by sin, 
Temptation without, and corruption within : 
E'en the rapture of pardon is mingled with fears, 
And the cup of thanksgiving with penitent tears. 

3 I would not live alway ; no, welcome the tomb, 
Since Jesus hath lain there, I dread not its gloom ; 
There sweet be my rest, till he bid me arise 

To hail him in triumph descending the skies. 

4 Who, who would live alway, away from his God ; 
Away from yon heaven, that blissful abode, 

Where the rivers of pleasure flow o'er the bright plains, 
And the noontide of glory eternally reigns : 

5 Where the saints of all ages in harmony meet, 
Their Saviour and brethren, transported to greet ; 
While the anthems of rapture unceasingly roll, 
And the smile of the Lord is the feast of the soul. 

XI. DEATH. 

HYMN 188. C. M. 

Jobxiv. 1,2,5,6. 

FEW are thy days, and full of wo, 
man, of woman born : 
Thy doom is written, Dust thou art, 
To dust thou shalt return. 

2 Behold the emblem of thy state 

In flowers that bloom and die ; 
Or in the shadow's fleeting form 
That mocks the gazer's eye. 

3 Determined are the days that fly 

Successive o'er thy head ; 
The number' d hour is on the wing, 
That lays thee with the dead. 

4 Great God, afflict not, in thy wrath, 

The short allotted span, 
That bounds the few and weary days 
Of pilgrimage to man. 



HYMN 189. CM. 

HARK, from the tombs a mournful sound; 
Mine ears attend the cry ; 
Ye living men, come view the ground 



Where you must shortly he. 
2 Princes, this clay must be your bed, 
In spite of all your towers ; 
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98 DEATH. 

The tall, the wise, the reverend head 
Must lie as low as ours. 

3 Great God, is this our certain doom 1 

And are we still secure 1 
Still walking downward to the tomh, 
And yet prepare no more 7 

4 Grant us the power of quickening grace 

To raise our souls to thee. 
That we may view thy glorious face 
To all eternity. 

HYMN 190. S.M. 
Job xiv. 11—14. 

THE mighty flood that rolls 
Its torrents to the main, 
Can ne'er recall its waters lost 
From that abyss again : 

2 So days, and years, and time, 

Descending down to night, 
Can thenceforth never more return 
Back to the sphere of light : 

3 And man, when in the grave, 

Can never quit its gloom, 
Until th' eternal morn shall wake 
The slumber of the tomb. 

4 may I find, in death, 

A hiding-place with God, 
Secure from wo and sin ; till call'd 
To share his bless'd abode. 

5 Cheer d by this hope, I wait, 

Through toil, and care, and grief, 
rill my appointed course is run, 
And death shall bring relief. 
HYMN 191. 

VITAL spark of heavenly flame, 
Quit, quit this mortal frame ; 
Trembling, hoping, lingering, flying, 
0, the pain, the bliss of dying : 
Cease, fond nature, cease thy strife, 
And let me languish into life. 

2 Hark, they whisper, angels say, 
Sister spirit, come away ! 
What is this absorbs me quite ; 
Steals my senses, shuts my sight, 
Drowns my spirit, draws my breath 1 
Tell me, my soul, can this be death 1 

3 The world recedes, it disappears : 
Heaven opens on my eyes ; my ears 

With sounds seraphic ring : 
Lend, lend your wings ; I mount, I fly : 
} grave, where is thy victory. 

O death, where is thy sting ! 



JUDGMENT. 
XII. JUDGMENT. 
HYMN 192. CM. 

WHEN, rising from the bed of death, 
O'erwhelm'd with guilt and fear, 
I see my Maker, face to face ; 
0, how shall I appear. 

2 If yet, while pardon may be found, 

And mercy may be sought, 
My heart with inward horror shrinks, 
And trembles at the thought; 

3 When thou, Lord, shalt stand disclosed 

In majesty severe, 
And sit in judgment on my soul, 
0, how shall I appear. 

4 But thou hast told the troubled mind, 

Who does her sins lament, 
That faith in Christ's atoning blood 
Shall endless wo prevent. 

5 Then never shall my soul despair 

Her pardon to procure, 
Who knows thine only Son has died 
To make that pardon sure. 

HYMN 193. S.M. 

AND will the Judge descend 1 
And must the dead arise 1 
And not a single soul escape 
His all-discerning eyes 1 

2 And from his righteous lips 

Shall this dread sentence sound ; 
And through the numerous guilty throng 
Spread black despair around ] 

3 Depart from me, accursed, 

To everlasting flame, 
For rebel angels first prepared, 
Where mercy never came. 

4 How will my heart endure 

The terrors of that day, 
When earth and heaven before his face 
Astonish'd shrink away 1 

5 But, ere the trumpet shakes 

The mansions of the dead, 
Hark, from the gospel's cheering sound, 

What joyful tidings spread. 
Ye sinners, seek his grace, 

Whose wrath ye cannot bear ; 
Fly to the shelter of his cross, 

And find salvation there. 
7 So shall that curse remove, 

By which the Saviour bled ; 



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100 JUDGMENT. 

And the last awful day shall pour 
His hlessings on your head. 

HYMN 194. II. 7. 

GREAT God, what do I see and hear , 
The end of things created : 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated. 
The trumpet sounds, the graves restore 
The dead which they contain'd hefore ; 
Prepare, my soul, to meet him. 

2 The dead in Christ shall first arise 

At the last trumpet's sounding, 
Caught up to meet him in the sides, 

With joy their Lord surrounding : 
No gloomy fears their souls dismay, 
His presence sheds eternal day 

On those prepared to meet him. 

3 But sinners, filfd with guilty fears, 

Behold his wrath prevailing ; 
For they shall rise, and find their tears 

And sighs are unavailing : 
The day of grace is past and gone ; 
Trembling they stand hefore the throne, 

All unprepared to meet him. 

4 Great God, what do I see and hear ; 

The end of things created : 
The Judge of man I see appear, 

On clouds of glory seated. 
Beneath his cross I view the day 
When heaven and earth shall pass away, 

And thus prepare to meet him. 

HYMN 195. III. 1. 
St. Luke xiii. 24—27. 

SEEK, my soul, the narrow gate, 
Enter ere it be too late ; 
Many ask to enter there, 
When too late to offer prayer. 

2 God from mercy's seat shall rise, 
And for ever bar the skies : 
Then, though sinners cry without, 
He will say, I know you not 

3 Mournfully will they exclaim ; 
Lord, we have profess* d thy name ; 
We have eat with thee, and heard 
Heavenly teaching in thy word. 

4 Vain, alas, will be their plea, 
Workers of iniquity : 

Sad their everlasting lot; 
Christ will say, I know you not. 



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ETERNITY. 101 

XIII. ETERNITY. 
HYMN 196. S. M. 
WHERE shall rest be found, 



} Rest for the weary soul : 
'Twere vain the ocean's depths to sound, 
Or pierce to either pole. 

2 The world can never give 

The bliss for which we sigh : 
'Tis not the whole of life to live, 
Nor all of death to die. 

3 Beyond this vale of tears 

There is a life above, 
Unmeasured by the flight of years ; 
And all that life is love. 

4 There is a death, whose pang 

Outlasts the fleeting breath : 
0, what eternal horrors hang- 
Around the second death. 

5 Lord God of truth and grace, 

Teach us that death to shun, 
Lest we be driven from thy face, 
For evermore undone. 

HYMN 197. C. M. 
2 Cor. iv. 18. 

HOW long shall earth's alluring toys 
Detain our hearts and eyes, 
Regardless of immortal joys, 
And strangers to the skies. 

2 These transient scenes will soon decay, 

They fade upon the sight ; 
And quickly will their brightest day 
Be lost in endless night. 

3 Their brightest day, alas, how vain, 

With conscious sighs we own ; 
While clouds of sorrow, care, and pain, 
O'ershade the smiling noon. 

4 0, could our thoughts and wishes fly 

Above these gloomy shades, 
To those bright worlds beyond the sky, 
Which sorrow ne'er invades. 

5 There joys unseen by mortal eyes, 

Or reason's feeble ray, 
In ever blooming prospects rise, 
Unconscious of decay. 

6 Lord, send a beam of light divine, 

To guide our upward aim ; 
With one reviving touch of thine 
Our languid hearts inflame. 
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102 ETERNITY. 

7 Then shall, on faith's sublimest wing, 
Our ardent wishes rise, 
To those bright scenes where pleasures spring, 
Immortal in the skies. 

HYMN 198. CM. 

COME, Lord, and warm each languid heart, 
Inspire each lifeless tongue; 
And let the joys of heaven impart 
Their influence to our song. 

2 Sorrow, and pain, and every care, 

And discord there shall cease ; 
And perfect joy, and love sincere, 
Adorn the realms of peace. 

3 The soul from sin for ever free, 

Shall mourn its power no more ; 
But, clothed in spotless purity, 
Redeeming love adore. 

4 There, on a throne, how dazzling bright, 

Th' exalted Saviour shines; 
And beams ineffable delight 
On all the heavenly minds. 

5 There shall the followers of the Lamb 

Join in immortal songs ; 
And endless honours to his name 
Employ their tuneful tongues. 

6 Lord, tune our hearts to praise and love, 

Our feeble notes inspire ; 
Till, in thy blissful courts above, 
We join the angelic choir. 

HYMN 199. CM. 

THERE is a land of pure delight, 
Where saints immortal reign ; 
Eternal day excludes the night, 
And pleasures banish pain. 

2 There everlasting spring abides, 

And never-fading flowers ; 
Death, like a narrow sea, divides 
This heavenly land from ours. 

3 Bright fields, beyond the swelling flood, 

Stand dress'd in living green ; 

So to the Jews fair Canaan stood, 

While Jordan roll'd between. 

4 But timorous mortals start, and shrink 

To cross the narrow sea ; 
And linger, trembling on the brink, 
And fear to launch away. 

5 0, could we make our doubts remove, 

Those gloomy doubts that rise, 
And see the Canaan that we love, 
With faith's illumined eyes ; 



ETERNITY 

6 Could we but climb where Moses stood, 
And view the landscape o'er, 
Not Jordan's streams, nor death's cold flood, 
Should fright us from the shore. 

HYMN 200. C. M. 

SHOULD nature's charms, to please the eye, 
In sweet assemblage join, 
All nature's charms would droop and die, 
Jesus, compared with thine. 

2 Vain were her fairest beams display'd, 

And vain her blooming store ; 
Her brightness languishes to shade, 
Her beauty is no more. 

3 But, ah, how far from mortal sight 

The Lord of glory dwells ; 
A veil of interposing night 
His radiant face conceals. 

4 0, could my longing spirit rise 

On strong immortal wing, 
And reach thy palace in the skies, 
My Saviour and my King. 

5 There thousands worship at thy feet, 

And there, divine employ, 
The triumphs of thy love repeat 
In songs of endless joy. 

6 Thy presence beams eternal day 

O'er all the blissful place ; 
Who would not drop this load of clay, 
And die to see thy face ? 

HYMN 201. III. 1. 
Rev. vii. 9, &c. 

WHO are these in bright array ! 
This innumerable throng, 
Round the altar, night and day 

Tuning their triumphant song 1 
Worthy is the Lamb once slain, 

Blessing, honour, glory, power, 
Wisdom, riches, to obtain ; 
New dominion every hour. 

2 These through fiery trials trod ; 

These from great affliction came ; 
Now before the throne of God, _ 

Seal'd with his eternal name : 
Clad in raiment pure and white, 

Victor palms in every hand, 
Through their great Redeemer's might, 

More than conquerors they stand. 

3 Hunger, thirst, disease unknown, 

On immortal fruits they feed ; 



104 MISCELLANEOUS. 

Them the Lamb amidst the throne 
Shall to living fountains lead : 

Joy and gladness banish sighs ; 
Perfect love dispels their fears ; 

And, for ever from their eyes 
God shall wipe away their tears. 

XIV. MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN 202. C. M. 

Gen. xxviii. 20, 21. 

GOD of our fathers, by whose hand 
Thy people still are blest, 
Be with us through our pilgrimage ; 
Conduct us to our rest. 

2 Through each perplexing path of life 

Our wandering footsteps guide ; 
Give us each day our daily bread, 
And raiment fit provide. 

3 O spread thy sheltering wings around, 

Till all our wanderings cease, 
And, at our Father's loved abode 
Our souls arrive in peace. 

4 Such blessings from thy gracious hand 

Our humble prayers implore ; 
And thou, the Lord, shalt be our God, 
And portion evermore. 

HYMN 203. III. 3. 
1 Chron. xxix. 10—13. 

BLESS'D be thou, the God of Israel, 
Thou, our Father, and our Lord; 
Bless'd thy majesty for ever, 
Ever be thy name adored. 

2 Thine, O Lord, are power and greatness, 

Glory, victory, are thine own ; 

All is thine in earth and heaven, 

Over all thy boundless throne. 

3 Riches come of thee, and honour ; 

Power and might to thee belong ; 
Thine it is to make us prosper, 
Only thine to make us strong. 

4 Lord our God, for these, thy bounties, 

Hymns of gratitude we raise ; 
To thy Name, for ever glorious, 
Ever we address our praise. 

HYMN 204. C. M. 
Prov. iii. 13—17. 

O HAPPY is the man who hears 
^ Religions warning voice, 
And who celestial wisdom makes 
His early, only choice. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 105 

2 For she has treasures greater far 

Than east or west unfold ; 
More precious are her bright rewards 
Than gems, or stores of gold. 

3 Her right hand offers to the just 

Immortal, happy days ; 
Her left, imperishable wealth, 
And heavenly crowns displays. 

4 And, as her holy labours rise, 

So her rewards increase ; 
Her ways are ways of pleasantness, 
And all her paths are peace. 

HYMN 205. L. M. 
Isa. xl. 6—8.- 

THE morning flowers display their sweets, 
And gay their silken leaves unfold ; 
As careless of the noonday heats, 
And fearless of the evening cold. 

2 Nipp'd by the wind's unkindly blast, 

Parch"d by the sun's more fervent ray, 
The momentary glories waste, 
The short-lived" beauties die away. 

3 So blooms the human face divine, 

When youth its pride of beauty shows ; 
Fairer than spring the colours shine, 
And sweeter than the opening rose. 

4 But, worn by slowly rolling years, 

Or broke by sickness in a day, 
The fading glory disappears, 
The short-lived beauties die away. 

5 Yet these, new rising from the tomb, 

With lustre brighter far shall shine ; 
Revive with ever-during bloom, 
Safe from diseases and decline. 

6 Let sickness blast, and death devour, 

If heaven shall recompense our pains ; 
Perish the grass, and fade the flower, 
If firm the word of God remains. 

HYMN 206. C. M. 
Isa. xl. 27—31. 
TT7HY mournest thou, my anxious soul, 
W Despairing of relief, 
As if the Lord o erlook'd thy cares, 
Or pitied not thy grief! 
2 Hast thou not known, hast thou not heard 
That firm remains on high, 
The everlasting throne of Him 
Who made the earth and sky 1 



MISCELLANEOUS. 

3 Art thou afraid his power will fail 

In sorrow's evil day ? 
Can the Creator's mighty arm 
Grow weary or decay 1 

4 Supreme in wisdom as in power 

The rock of ages stands : 
Thou canst not search his mind, nor trace 
The working of his hands. 

5 He gives the conquest to the weak, 

Supports the fainting heart ; 
And courage in the evil hour 
His heavenly aids impart. 

6 Mere human energy shall faint, 

And youthful vigour cease ; 
But those who Wait upon the Lord, 
In strength shall still increase. 

7 They, with unwearied step, shall tread 

The path of life divine ; 
With growing ardour onward move, 
With glowing brightness shine. 

8 On eagles' wings they mount, they soar 

On wings of faith and love ; 
Till, past the sphere of earth and sin, 
They rise to heaven above. 

HYMN 207. C. M. 
Isa. lvii. 15. 

THUS speaks the High and Lofty One; 
My throne is fix'd on high ; 
There, through eternity, I hear 
The praises of the sky : 

2 Yet, looking down, I visit oft 

The humble, hallow'd cell ; 
And, with the penitent who mourn, 
'Tis my delight to dwell. 

3 My presence heals the wounded heart, 

The sad in spirit cheers ; 
My presence, from the bed of dust, 
The contrite sinner rears. 

4 I dwell with all my humble saints 

While they on earth remain ; 
And they, exalted, dwell with me, 
With me for ever reign. 

HYMN 208. II. 1. 
Hab. iii. 17—19. 

ALTHOUGH the vine its fruit deny, 
The budding fig tree droop and die, 
No oil the olive yield ; 
Yet will I trust me in my God, 
Yea, bend rejoicing to his rod, 
And by his grace be heal'd. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 107 

2 Though fields, in verdure once array'd, 
By whirlwinds desolate be laid, 

Or parch'd by scorching beam ; 
Still in the Lord shall be my trust, 
My joy ; for, though his frown is just. 

His mercy is supreme. 

3 Though from the fold the flock decay, 
Though herds lie famish'd o'er the lea, 

And round the empty stall ; 
My soul above the wreck shall rise, 
Its better joys are in the skies ; 

There God is all in all. 

4 In God my strength, howe'er distrest, 
I yet will hope, and calmly rest, 

Nay, triumph in his love : 
My lingering soul, my tardy feet, 
Free as the hind he makes, and fleet, 

To speed my course above. 

HYMN 209. C. M. 
St. John xiv. 6. 

THOU art the Way, to thee alone 
From sin and death we flee ; 
And he who would the Father seek, 
Must seek him, Lord, by thee. 

2 Thou art the Truth, thy word alone 

True wisdom can impart ; 
Thou only canst inform the mind 
And purify the heart. 

3 Thou art the Life, the rending tomb 

Proclaims thy conquering arm, 
And those who put their trust in thee 
Nor death nor hell shall harm. 

4 Thou art the Way, the Truth, the Life; 

Grant us that way to know, 
That truth to keep, that life to win, 
Whose joys eternal flow. 

HYMN 210. S. M. 
Phil. ii. 12, 13. 

HEIRS of unending life, 
While yet we sojourn here, 
O let us our salvation work 
With trembling and with fear. 

2 God will support our hearts 

With might before unknown ; 
The work to be perform'd is ours, 
The strength is all his own. 

3 'Tis he that works to will, 

'Tis he that works to do ; 
His is the power by which we act, 
His be the elorv too ! 



108 MISCELLANEOUS. 

HYMN 211. III. 1. 
Eph. v. 14—17. 

SINNER, rouse thee from thy sleep, 
Wake, and o'er thy folly weep ; 
Raise thy spirit dark and dead, 
Jesus waits his light to shed. 

2 Wake from sleep, arise from death, 
See the bright and living path : 
Watchful tread that path ; be wise, 
Leave thy folly, seek the skies. 

3 Leave thy folly, cease from crime, 
From this hour redeem thy time ; 
Life secure without delay, 

Evil is the mortal day. 

4 Be not blind and foolish still ; 
Call'd of Jesus, leam his will : 
Jesus calls from death and night, 
Jesus waits to shed his light 

HYMN 212. C. M. 
Heb. xii. 1, 2. 

LO, what a cloud of witnesses 
Encompass us around ; 
Men once like us with suffering tried, 
But now with glory crown'd. 

2 Let us, with zeal like theirs inspired, 

Strive in the Christian race ; 
And, freed from every weight of sin, 
Their holy footsteps trace. 

3 Behold a witness nobler still, 

Who trod affliction's path, 
Jesus, the author, finisher, 
Rewarder of our faith : 

4 He, for the joy before him set, 

And moved by pitying love, 
Endured the cross, despised the shame, 
And now he reigns above. 

5 Thither, forgetting things behind, 

Press we, to God's right hand ; 
There, with the Saviour and his saints, 
Triumphantly to Stand. 



ADDITIONAL SELECTION 



I. COMMENCEMENT OF WORSHIP. 
HYMN 213. L. M- 

COMMAND thy blessing from above, 
O God ! on all assembled here ; 
Behold us with a father's love, 
While we look up with filial fear. 

2 Command thy blessing, Jesus, Lord, 

May we thy true disciples be ; 
Speak to each heart the mighty word ; 
Say to the weakest — "Follow me." 

3 Command thy blessing in this hour, 

Spirit of Truth, and fill this place 
With humbling and exalting power, 
With quick'ning and confirming grace. 

4 thou, our Maker, Saviour, Guide ! 

One true, eternal God confess'd, 
May nought in life or death divide 
The saints in thy communion bless'd. 

BlCKERSTETK. 

HYMN 214. C. M. 

DEAR Shepherd of thy people, here, 
Thy presence now display ; 
As thou hast giv'n a place for prayer, 
So give us hearts to pray ! 

2 Within these walls let holy peace, 

And love, and concord dwell ; 
Here give the troubled conscience ease, 
The wounded spirit heal. 

3 Show us some tokens of thy love, 

Our fainting hope to raise ; 
And pour thy blessings from above. 
That we may render praise. 

4 And may the gospel's joyful sound, 

Enforced by mighty grace, 
Awaken many sinners round 
. To come and fill the place. 

HYMN 215. L. M. 

NOW to the Lord a noble song ! 
Awake my soul, awake my tongue, 
Hosanna to the Eternal Name, 
And all his boundless love proclaim. 
2 See where it shines in Jesus' face, 
The brightest imase of his grace; 

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110 COMMENCEMENT OF WORSHIP. 

God, in the person of his Son, 

Hath all his mightiest works outdone. 

3 The spacious earth and spreading flood 
Proclaim the wise and powerful God ; 
And thy rich glories from afar 
Sparkle in every rolling star. 

4 Grace ! 'tis a sweet, a charming theme ; 
My thoughts rejoice at Jesus' name ! 
Ye angels, dwell upon the sound ! 

Ye heavens, reflect it to the ground ! 

5 may I live to reach the place 
Where he unveils his lovely face ! 
Where all his beauties you behold, 
And sing his name to harps of gold ! 

HYMN 216. C. M. 

FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! 
How high thy wonders rise ! 
Known through the earth by thousand signs 

By thousands through the skies : 
Those mighty orbs proclaim thy power ; 

Their motions speak thy skill; 
And on the wings of every hour 
We read thy patience still. 

2 Part of thy name divinely stands 

On all thy creatures writ; 
They show the labour of thy hands, 

Or impress of thy feet ; 
But when we view thy strange design 

To save rebellious worms, 
Where vengeance and compassion join 

In their divinest forms : 

3 Here the whole Deity is known, 

Nor dares a creature guess 
Which of the glories brightest shone, 

The justice or the grace : 
Now the full glories of the Lamb 

Adorn the heavenly plains ; 
Bright seraphs learn Immanuel's name, 

And try their choicest strains. 

4 may I bear some humble part 

In that immortal song ! 
Wonder and joy shall tune my heart 

And love command my tongue. 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

Who sweetly all agree 
To save a world of sinners lost, 

Eternal glory be. 

HYMN 217. C. M. 
TN all my vast concerns with thee, 
-i In vain my soul would try 



COMMENCEMENT OF WORSHIP. Ill 

To shun thy presence, Lord, or flee 
The notice of thine eye. 

2 Thy all-surrounding sight surveys 

My rising and my rest, 
My public walks, my private ways, 
And secrets of my breast. 

3 My thoughts lie open to the Lord 

Before they're form'd within; 
And ere my lips pronounce the word, 
He knows the sense I mean. 

4 wondrous knowledge, deep and high ! 

Where can a creature hide 1 
Within thy circling arms I lie, 
Beset on every side. 

HYMN 218. C. M. 

HAIL ! holy, holy, holy Lord! 
Whom One in three we know ; 
By all thy heavenly host adored, 
By all thy church below. 

2 One undivided Trinity, 

With triumph we proclaim ; 
Thy universe is full of thee, 
And speaks thy glorious name. 

3 Thee, holy Father, we confess; 

Thee, Holy Son, adore : 
Thee, Spirit of Truth and Holiness, 
We worship ever more. 

4 The incommunicable right, 

Almighty God, receive ! 
Which angel-choirs, and saints in light, 
And saints embodied give. 

5 Three persons, equally divine, 

We magnify and love : 
And both the choirs ere long shall join 
To sing thy praise above. 

6 Hail ! holy, holy, holy Lord, 

(Our heavenly song shall be,) 
Supreme, essential One, adored 
In co-eternal Three. 

HYMN 219. CM. 

OFOR a thousand tongues, to sing 
My great Redeemer's praise! 
The glories of my God and King, 
The triumphs of his grace ! 
2 My gracious Master, and my God, 
Assist me to proclaim, 
To spread through all the earth abroad, 
The honours of thy name. 



112 COMMENCEMENT OF WORSHIP. 

3 Jesus ! the name that charms our fears, 

That bids our sorrows cease ; 
'Tis music in the sinner's ears, 
Tis life, and health, and peace. 

4 He breaks the power of reigning sin, 

He sets the prisoner free ; 
His blood can make the foulest clean ; 
His blood avail'd for me. 

HYMN 220. L. M. 

JESUS, where'er thy people meet, 
There they behold thy mercy-seat ; 
Where'er they seek thee, thou art found ; 
And every place is hallow'd ground. 

2 Dear Shepherd of thy chosen few, 
Thy former mercies here renew ; 
Here to our waiting hearts proclaim 
The sweetness of thy saving name. 

3 Here may we prove the power of prayer, 
To strengthen faith and banish care ; 

To teach our faint desires to rise 
To things unseen beyond the skies. 

4 Lord, we are few, but thou art near; 
Nor short thine arm, nor deaf thine ear; 
0, rend the heavens this favour'd hour, 
Let us now feel thy saving power. 

HYMN 221. CM. 

BEGIN, my tongue, the heavenly strain : 
Awake, my heart, and sing, 
The gracious work and saving name 
Of our eternal King. 

2 Tell of his wondrous faithfulness, 

And sound his power abroad ; 
Sing the sweet promise of his grace, 
And the performing God. 

3 Proclaim salvation from the Lord 

To wretched, dying men ; 
His hand has writ the sacred word 
With an immortal pen. 

4 Engraved as in eternal brass, 

The mighty promise shines : 
Nor can the powers of darkness raze 
Those everlasting lines. 

5 Yes, ev'ry word of grace is strong 

As that which built the skies ; 
The voice that rolls the stars along, 
Speaks all the promises. 

6 Jesus, unchangeable, the same, 

My confidence, my boast: 
Thou wilt not put ray soul to shame, 
Nor let my hope be lost. 



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BEFORE LECTURE. 113 

HYMN 222. C. M. 
►EING of beings, God of love, 
To thee our hearts we raise ; 
Thy all-sustaining power we prove, 
And gladly sing thy praise. 

2 Thine, wholly thine, we pant to he, 

Our sacrifice receive ; 
Made, and preserved, and saved by thee, 
To thee ourselves we give. 

3 Heav'nward our every wish aspires, 

For all thy mercy's store ; 
The sole return thy love requires, 
Is that we ask for more. 

4 For more we ask ; we open then 

Our hearts t' embrace thy will ; 
Turn, and beget us, Lord, again ; 
With all thy fulness fill. 

5 Come, Holy Ghost, the Saviour's love 

Shed in our hearts abroad ; 

So shall we ever live and move, 

And be with Christ in God. 

II. BEFORE LECTURE OR EXPOSITION OF 

SCRIPTURE. 

HYMN 223. C. M. 

COME, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire, 
Let us thy influence prove ; 
Source of the old prophetic fire, 
Fountain of life and love. 

2 Come, Holy Ghost, for, moved by thee, 

The prophets wrote and spoke ; 
Unlock the truth, thyself the key, 
Unseal the sacred book. 

3 Expand thy wings, celestial Dove, 

Brood o'er our nature's night ; 
On our disorder'd spirits move, 
And let there now be light. 

4 God, through himself, we then shall know, 

If thou within us shine ; 
And sound, with all thy saints below, 
The depths of love divine. 

HYMN 224. II. 4. 
•LOW ye the trumpet, blow ; 
> The gladly solemn sound 
Let all the nations know, 

To earth's remotest bound : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home ! 
2 Exalt the Lamb of God ; 
The sin-atoning Lamb ; 
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114 BEFORE LECTURE. 

Redemption by his blood 
Through all the world proclaim : 
The year, &c. 

3 Ye who have sold for nought 

Your heritage above, 
Come, take it back unbought ; 
The gift of Jesus' love : 
The year, &c. 

4 Ye slaves of sin and hell, 

Your liberty receive ; 
And safe in Jesus dwell ; 
And blest in Jesus live : 
The year, &c. 

5 The gospel trumpet hear; 

The news of pard'ning grace ; 
Ye happy souls draw near ; 
Behold your Saviour's face: 
The year, &c. 

6 Jesus, our great high priest, 

Has full atonement made ; 
Ye weary spirits, rest ; 

Ye mourning souls be glad : 
The year of jubilee is come ; 
Return, ye ransom'd sinners, home. 

Toplady. 
HYMN 225. L. M. 

HO ! every one that thirsts, draw nigh, 
'Tis God invites the fallen race ; 
Mercy and free salvation buy : 
Buy wine, and milk, and gospel grace. 

2 Ye nothing in exchange can give ; 

Leave all ye have and are behind; 
Freely the gift of God receive ; 
Pardon and peace in Jesus find. 

3 Come to the living waters, come ! 

Sinners, obey your Maker's voice ; 
Return, ye weary wanderers, home, 
And in redeeming love rejoice. 

HYMN 226. C. M. 

LO, what a glorious sight appears 
To our believing eyes! 
The earth and seas are pass'd away, 
And the old rolling skies : 

2 From the third heaven, where God resides, 

That holy, happy place, 
The new Jerusalem comes down, 
Adorn'd with shining grace. 

3 Attending angels shout for joy, 

And the bright armies sing ; 



BEFORE LECTURE. 115 

" Mortals behold the sacred seat 
Of your descending King ! 

4 " The God of Glory down to men 

Removes his blest abode : 
Men, the dear object of his love, 
And he their gracious God. 

5 " His own blest hand shall wipe the tears 

From every weeping eye ; 
And pains, and groans, and griefs, and fears, 
And death itself shall die." 

6 How long, dear Saviour, how long ■» 

Shall this bright hour delay 1 
Fly swifter round, ye wheels of time, 
And bring the welcome day. 

HYMN 227. C. M. 

KEEP silence, all created things, 
And wait your Makers nod ; 
My soul stands trembling, while she sings 
The honours of her God. 

2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds unknown, 

Hang on his firm decree ; 
He sits on no precarious throne, 
Nor borrows leave — to be. 

3 Chain'd to his throne a volume lies, 

With all the fates of men, 
With ev'ry angel's form and size 
Drawn by th' eternal pen. 

4 His providence unfolds the book, 

And makes his counsels shine ; 
Each opening leaf, and ev*ry stroke, 
Fulfils some deep design. 

5 Here, he exalts neglected worms 

To sceptres and a crown; 
And there, the following page he turns, 
And treads the monarch down. 

6 Not Gabriel asks the reason why, 

Nor God the reason gives ; 

Nor dares the fav'rite angel pry 

Between the folded leaves. 

7 In thy fair book of life and grace, 

O, may I find my name, 
Recorded in some humble place, 
Beneath my Lord — the Lamb. 

HYMN 228. L. M. 

BROAD is the road that leads to death, 
And thousands walk together there ; 
But wisdom shows a narrow path, 
With here and there a traveller. 



116 INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT. 

2 " Deny thyself, and take thy cross," 

Is the Redeemers great command ; 
Nature must count her gold but dross, 
If she would gain this heavenly land. 

3 The fearful soul that tires and faints, 

And walks the ways of God no more, 
Is hut esteem'd almost a saint, 
And makes his own destruction sure. 

4 Lord, let not all my hopes he vain ; 

Create my heart entirely new ; 
Which hypocrites could ne'er attain, 
Which false apostates never knew. 

HYMN 229. L. M. 

MY song shall bless the Lord of all, 
My praise shall climb to his abode ; 
Thee, Saviour, by that name I call, 
The great Supreme, the mighty God. 

2 Without beginning or decline, 

Object of faith, and not of sense ; 
Eternal ages saw him shine, 
He shines eternal ages hence. 

3 As much when in the manger laid, 

Almighty Ruler of the sky, 
As when the six days' work he made 
Fill'd all the morning stars with joy. 

4 Of all the crowns Jehovah bears, 

Salvation is his dearest claim; 
That gracious sound well pleased he hears, 
And owns Immanuel for his name. 

5 A cheerful confidence I feel, 

My well-placed hopes with joy I see, 
My bosom glows with heavenly zeal 
To worship him who died for me. 

III. INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT. 
HYMN 230. S. M. 

COME, Holy Spirit, come, 
With energy divine, 
And on this poor benighted soul 
With beams of mercy shine. 

2 From the celestial hills 

Life, light, and joy dispense, 
And may I daily, hourly feel 
Thy quick'ning influence. 

3 Melt, melt this frozen heart, 

This stuborn will subdue ; 
Each evil passion overcome, 
And form me all anew. 



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HYMN 234. III. 5. 
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Grant us, Lord, a gracious rain ! 
All will come to desolation, 

Unless thou return again : 
Keep no longer at a distance, 

Shine upon us from on high ; 
Lest for want of thine assistance, 

Ev'ry plant should droop and die. 

2 Surely once thy garden flourish'd, 

Ev'ry part look'd gay and green ; 
Then thy word our spirits nourish'd, 

Happy seasons we have seen ! 
But a drought has since succeeded, 

And a sad decline we see ; 
Lord, thy help is greatly needed — 

Help can only come from thee. 

3 Where are those we counted leaders, 

Fill'd with zeal, and love, and truth! 
Old professors, tall as cedars, 

Bright examples of our youth 1 
Some in whom we once delighted, 

We shall meet no more below ; 
Some, alas ! we fear are blighted, 

Scarce a single leaf they show. 

4 Let our mutual love be fervent, 

Make us prevalent in prayers ; 
Let each one esteemed thy servant 

Shun the world's bewitching snares ; 
Break the tempters fatal power, 

Turn the stony heart to flesh ; 
And begin, from this good hour, 

To revive thy work afresh. 

HYMN 235. III. 3. 

LOVE Divine, all love excelling, 
Joy of heaven, to earth come down ; 
Fix in us thy humble dwelling, 

All thy faithful mercies crown. 
Jesus, thou art all compassion, 

Pure, unbounded love thou art ; 
Visit us with thy salvation, 

Enter every longing heart. 
2 Breathe, O breathe thy loving spirit 

Into every troubled breast! 
Let us all in thee inherit, 

Let us find thy promised rest. 
Thee we would be always blessing, 

Serve thee as thine hosts above ; 
Pray, and praise thee without ceasing, 

Glory in thy boundless love. 



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3 Finish, then, thy new creation, 

Pure, unspotted, may we be ; 

Let us see our whole salvation, 

Perfectly secured in thee. 
Change from glory into glory, 

Till in heaven we take our place ; 
Till we cast our crowns before thee, 
Lost in wonder, love and praise. Whitefield. 
HYMN 236. L. M. 

SAY, sinner, hath a voice within 
Oft whisper'd to thy secret soul, 
Urged thee to leave the ways of sin, 
And yield thy heart to God's control 1 

2 Sinner, it was a heavenly voice, 

It was the Spirit's gracious call, 
It bade thee make the better choice, 
And haste to seek in Christ thine all. 

3 Spurn not the call to life and light ; 

Regard in time the warning kind, 
That call thou mayst not always slight, 
And yet the gate of mercy find. 

4 God's Spirit will not always strive 

With harden'd, self-destroying men ; 
Ye, who persist his love to grieve, 
May never hear his voice again. 

5 Sinner, perhaps this very day 

Thy last accepted time may be ; 
0, shouldst thou grieve him now away, 
Then hope may never beam on thee. 

HYMN 237. C. M. 

SINNERS, the voice of God regard, 
His mercy speaks to-day, 
He calls you by his sovereign word, 
From sin's destructive way. 

2 Like the rough sea that cannot rest, 

You live devoid of peace ; 
A thousand stings within your breast 
Deprive your souls of ease. 

3 Your way is dark, and leads to hell ; 

Why will you persevere ? 
Can you in endless torments dwell, 
Shut up in black despair] 

4 Why will you in the crooked ways 

Of sin and folly go 1 
In pain you travel all your days, 
To reap eternal wo ! 

HYMN 238. III. 1. 

SINNER, art thou stiU secure 1 
Wilt thou still refuse to pray? 



120 INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT. 

Can thy heart or hands endure 
In the Lord's avenging day 1 

2 See, his mighty arm is hared! 

Awful terrors clothe his hrow ? 
For his judgment stand prepared, 
Thou must either break or how. 

3 At his presence nature shakes, 

Earth, affrighted, hastes to flee ; 
Solid mountains melt like wax, 
What will then become of thee ? 

4 Who his advent may abide 1 

You, that glory in your shame 1 
Will you find a place to hide 
When the world is wrapt in flame 1 

5 Lord prepare us by thy grace ! 

Soon we must resign our breath, 
And our souls be called to pass 
Through the iron gate of death. 

6 Let us now our day improve, 

Listen to the gospel voice, 
Seek the things that are above, 
Scorn the worlds pretended joys. Newton. 

HYMN 239. II. 6. 

STOP, sinner ! stop, and "think, 
Before you further go ! 
Will you sport upon the brink 

Of everlasting wo 1 
Once again we charge you stop ! 
For unless you warning take, 
Ere you are aware you drop 
Into the burning lake. 

2 Say, have you an arm like God, 

That you his will oppose 1 
Fear you not that iron rod 

With which he breaks his foes ? 
Can you stand in that dread day, 

When he judgment shall proclaim, 
And the earth shall melt away, 

Like wax before the flame 1 

3 Pale-faced death will quickly come, 

To drag you to his bar ; 
Then to hear your awful doom 

Will fill you with despair; 
All your sins will round you crowd, 

Sins of a blood-crimson die; 
Each for venseance crying loud, 

And what can you reply ? 

4 Though your heart be made of steel, 

Your forehead lined with brass, 



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INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT. 121 

God at length will make you feel, 

He will not let you pass : 
Sinners then in vain will call, 

(Though they now despise his grace,) 
" Rocks and mountains on us fall 

And hide us from his face." 
5 But as yet there is a hope 

You may his mercy know, 
Though his arm is lifted up, 

He still forbears the blow : 
Twas for sinners Jesus died, 

Sinners he invites to come ; 
None who come shall be denied, 

He says, " There still is room." 

HYMN 240. L.M. 
INNER ! O why so thoughtless grown 1 
Why in such fearful haste to die 1 
Why speed thy flight to worlds unknown, 
Regardless of thy destiny 1 

2 Wilt thou defy the wrath of God, 

Led on by sin's delusive dreams'? 
Madly despise the Saviour's blood, 
And force thy passage to the flames 1 

3 Sinner ! lift thy thoughts above, 

And hear the Lord of life unfold 
The glories of his dying love — 
For ever telling, yet untold ! 

HYMN 241. CM. 

VAIN man, thy fond pursuits forbear, 
Repent ! thy end is nigh ; 
Death, at the farthest, can't be far — 
O, think before thou die ! 

2 Reflect, thou hast a soul to save : 

Thy sins, how high they mount ! 
What are thy hopes beyond the grave 7 
How stands that dread account! 

3 Death enters, and there's no defence, 

His time there's none can tell ; 
He'll in a moment call thee hence, 
To heaven — or to hell ! 

4 Thy flesh, perhaps thy chiefest care, 

Shall crawling worms consume : 
But, ah! destruction stops not there- 
Sin kills beyond the tomb. 

5 To-day the gospel calls, to-day, 

Sinner, it speaks to you ; 
Let every one forsake his way, 
And mercy will enr:j/2. 
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HYMN 242. S. M. 
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Who love the world so well; 
Or dream of future happiness 
While in the road to hell 1 

2 Shall they hosannas sing 

With an unhallowed tongue 1 
Shall palms adorn the guilty hand 
That does its neighbour wrong ] 

3 Can sin's deceitful way 

Conduct to Z ion's hill, 
Or they expect with God to reign, 
Who disregard his will 1 

4 Thy grace, O God, alone 

Can a good hope afford ! 
The pardon'd and renew'd shall see 
The glory of the Lord. 

HYMN 243. C. M. 

THERE is a place of wo unmix'd, 
A land of changeless doom : 
Despair has there her empire fix'd; 
There hope can never come. 

2 There is a hope, untrue, unblest, 

Which, like a broken reed, 
Will fail, if on its stay we rest, 
When chiefly hope we need. 

3 There is a hope that ne'er will fail, 

It comes from heaven above ; 
A hope that enters through the veil, 
'Tis join'd with faith and love. 

4 Its guiding beam, its friendly ray 

Can cheer the darkest night; 
It helps the pilgrim on his way, 
And points to realms of light. 

5 Our hope is anchor* d, Lord, on thee, 

On this unfriendly shore ; 
And thou, in heaven, our joy shalt be, 
When hope shall be no more. 

IV. AWAKENING- AND INVITING-. 
HYMN 244. L. M. 

OTIME. how few thy value weigh, 
How few will estimate a day ! 
Days, months, and years are rolling on, 
The soul neglected and undone. 
2 In painful cares, or empty joys, 

Our life its precious hours destroys ; 



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Whilst death stands watching at our side, 
Eager to stop the living tide. 

3 Was it for this, ye mortal race, 
Your Maker gave you here a place 1 
Was it for this his thoughts design'd 
The frame of your immortal mind 1 

4 For nobler cares, for joys sublime, 
He fashion'd all the sons of time ; 
Pilgrims on earth, but soon to be 
The heirs of immortality. 

HYMN 245. C. M. 

AH ! who can speak the vast dismay 
That fills the sinner's mind, 
When, torn by death's strong hand away, 
He leaves his all behind ! 

2 Worldlings who cleave to earthly things, 

But are not rich to God, 
Will feel that death is full of stings, 
And hell a dark abode. 

3 How blinded mortals fondly scheme 

For happiness below, 
Till death destroys the pleasing dream, 
And they awake to wo. 

4 Saviour, make us timely wise, 

Thy gospel to attend ;• 
That we may live above the skies, 
When time and life shall end. Newton. 

HYMN 246. L. M. 

LIFE is the hour that God hath given 
To 'scape from hell, and fly to heaven; 
The day of grace ; and mortals may 
Secure the blessings of the day. 

2 Then what my thoughts design to do, 
My hands, with all your might pursue ; 
Since no device nor work isfound, 

Nor faith, nor hope, beneath the ground. 

3 There are no acts of pardon pass'd 
In the cold grave to which we haste ; 
But darkness, death, and long despair, 
Reign in eternal silence there. 

HYMN 247. II. 1. 

AWAKED by Sinai's awful sound, 
My soul in guilt and thrall I found, 
And knew not where to go ; 
Eternal truth did loud proclaim 
The sinner must be born again, 
Or sink in endless wo. 



124 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

2 Amazed I stood, but could not tell 
Which way to shun the gates of hell, 

For death and hell drew near. 
I strove, indeed, hut strove in vain ; 
The sinner must be born again, 

Still sounded in mine ear. 

3 When to the law I trembling fled, 
It pour'd its curses on my head, 

A vast, oppressive load. 
Alas ! I read and saw it plain, 
The sinner must be born aeain, 

Or feel the wrath of God ! 

4 The saints I heard with rapture tell 
How Jesus conquer'd death and hell, 

And broke the fowler's snare ; 
Yet when I found this truth remain, 
The sinner must be born again, 

I sunk in deep despair. 

5 But while I thus in anguish lay, 
Jesus of Nazareth pass'd that way, 

And felt his pity move — 
The sinner, by his justice slain, 
Now, by his grace is born again, 

And sings redeeming love. 

HYMN 248. II. 4. 

YE dying sons of men, 
Immerged in sin and wo, 
The gospel's voice attend, 

Which Jesus sends to you : 
Ye perishing and guilty come, 
In Jesus' arms there yet is room. 

2 No longer now delay, 

No vain excuses frame ; 
He bids you come to-day, 

Though poor, and blind, and lame ; 
All things are ready, sinners, come ! 
For every trembling soul there's room. 

3 Compell'd by bleeding love, 

Ye wandering souls draw near 
Christ calls you from above — 

His charming accents hear ! 
Let whosoever will now come; 
In mercy's arms there still is room. 
HYMN 249. II. I. 

THOU God of erlorious majesty, 
To thee, against myself, to thee, 
A worm of earth I cry ; 
A half-awaken d child of man, 
An heir of endless bliss or pain, 
A sinner born to die. 



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2 Lo ! on a narrow neck of land, 
'Twixt two unbounded seas I stand ; 

Yet, how insensible. 
A point of time, a moment's space, 
Removes me to yon heavenly place, 

Or shuts me up in hell. 

3 God, my inmost soul convert, 
And deeply on my thoughtless heart 

Eternal things impress ; 
Give me to feel their solemn weight, 
And save me e'er it be too late, 

Awake to righteousness. 

4 Before me place in bright array 
The pomp of that tremendous day, 

When thou with clouds shalt come 
To judge the nations at thy bar ; 
And tell me, Lord, shall I be there 

To meet a joyful doom. 

5 Be this my one great business here, 
With holy trembling, holy fear, 

To make my calling sure ; 
Thine utmost counsel to fulfil, 
And suffer all thy righteous will, 

And to the end endure. 

6 Then, Saviour, then my soul receive, 
Transported from this vale, to live 

And reign with thee above, 
Where faith is sweetly lost in sight, 
And hope in full supreme delight, 

And everlasting love. 

HYMN 250. III. 5. 

COME, ye sinners, poor and needy, 
Weak and wounded, sick and sore, 
Jesus, ready, stands to save you, 
Full of pity, love, and power; 

He is able, 
He is willing, doubt no more. 

2 Now, ye needy, come and welcome, 

God's free bounty glorify ; 
True belief and true repentance, 
Ev'ry grace that brings you nigh : 

Without money, 
Come to Jesus Christ and buy. 

3 Let not conscience make you linger ; 

Nor of fitness fondly dream : 
All the fitness he requireth, 
Is to feel your need of him; 

This he gives you : 
'Tis the Spirit's rising beam. 
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126 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

4 Come, ye weary, heavy-laden, 

Lost and ruin'd by the fall, 

If you tarry till you're better, 

You will never come at all; 

Not the righteous, 
Sinners Jesus came to call. 

5 Agonizing in the garden, 

Lo ! your Maker prostrate lies ! 
On the bloody tree behold him ! 
Hear him cry, before he dies, 

" It is finish'd !" 
Sinners, will not this suffice ? 

6 Lo ! th' incarnate God ascending, 

Pleads the merits of his blood ; 
Venture on him, venture freely ; 
Let no other trust intrude : 

None but Jesus 
Can do helpless sinners good. 

7 Saints and angels, join'd in concert, 

Sing the praises of the Lamb, 
While the blissful courts of heaven 
Sweetly echo with his name : 

Hallelujah! 
Sinners here may do the same. 
HYMN 251. III. 1. 

COME, ye weary souls, oppress' d, 
Find in Christ the promised rest ; 
On him all your burdens roll, 
He can wound, and he make whole. 

2 Ye who dread the wrath of God, 
Come and wash in Jesus' blood ; 
To the Son of David cry, 

In his word he's passing by. 

3 Naked, guilty, poor, and blind, 
All your wants in Jesus find ; 
This the day of mercy is, 
Now accept the proffefd bliss. 

HYMN 252. C. M. 

COME, trembling sinner, in whose breast 
A thousand thoughts revolve ; 
Come, with your guilt and fear oppress'd, 
And make this last resolve : 

2 " I'll go to Jesus, though my sin 

Hath like a mountain rose ; 
I know his courts, I'll enter in, 
Whatever may oppose. 

3 " Prostrate I'll lie before his throne, 

And there my guilt confess ; 

I'll tell him I'm a wretch undone 

Without his sovereign grace. 



AWAKENING AND INVITING. 127 

4 " I'll to the gracious King approach, 

Whose sceptre pardon gives ; 
Perhaps he may command my touch, 
And then the suppliant lives. 

5 " Perhaps he will admit my plea, 

Perhaps will hear my prayer ; 
But if I perish, I will pray, 
And perish only there. 

6 " I can but perish if I go, 

I am resolved to try ; 
For if I stay away, I know 
I must for ever die." 

HYMN 253. IV. 4. 

OTURN ye, turn ye, for why will ye die, 
When God in great mercy is coming so nigh 1 
Lo, Jesus invites you, the Spirit says, Come, 
And angels are waiting to welcome you home. 

2 How vain the delusion, that while you delay, 
Your hearts will grow better by staying away ! 
Come wretched, come starving, come just as you be, 
While streams of salvation are flowing so free. 

3 That Christ is now ready your souls to receive, 
O how can you question, if you will believe 1 
If sin is your burden, why will you delay 1 
'Tis you he bids welcome ; he bids you to-day. 

4 In riches, or pleasures, what can you obtain, 
To soothe your affliction, or banish your pain'.' 
To bear up your spirit when summon'd to die, 
Or waft you to mansions of glory on high 1 

5 Why will you be starving or feeding on air 1 
There's mercy in Jesus enough and to spare ; 
If still you are doubting, make trial and see, 
And prove that his mercy is boundless and free. 

6 Come, give us your hand, and the Saviour your heart, 
And trusting in Jesus, we never shall part : 

how can we leave you ! why will you not come] 
We'll journey together, and soon be at home. 

HYMN 254. III. 5. 

SINNERS, will you scorn the message, 
Sent, in mercy, from above ? 
Every sentence, O, how tender ! 
Every line is full of love ; 

Listen to it : 
Every line is full of love. 

2 Hear the heralds of the gospel, 
News from Zion's King proclaim, 
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128 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

To each rebel sinner, pardon, 
Free forgiveness in his name ! 

How important ! 
Free forgiveness in his name. 

3 Tempted souls, they bring you succour, 

Fearful hearts, they quell your fears, 
And with news of consolation 
Chase away the falling tears : 

Tender heralds, 
Chase away the falling tears. 

4 Who hath our report believed 7 

Who received the joyful word 1 
Who embraced the news of pardon, 
Offer' d to you by the Lord? 

Can you slight it, 
Offer' d to you by the Lord? 

5 0, ye angels, hovering round us, 

Waiting spirits, speed your way, 
Hasten to the court of heaven, 
Tidings bear without delay : 

Rebel sinners, 
Glad the message will obey. 

HYMN 255. IV. 4. 

OH fly, mourning sinner, saith Jesus to me, 
Thy guilt I will pardon — thy soul I will free ; 
From the chains that have bound thee my grace shall release, 
And thy stains I will wash, and thy sorrows shall cease. 

2 Too long, guilty wanderer, too long hast thou been 
In the broad road of ruin, in bondage to sin ; 

Thee the world has allured, and enslaved, and deceived, 
While my counsel thou spurn'd and my Spirit hast grieved. 

3 Though countless thy sins, and though crimson thy guilt, 
Yet for crime, such as thine, was my blood freely spilt ; 
Come, sinner, and prove me ; come, mourner, and see 
The wounds that I bore, when I suffered for thee. 

4 Thou doubt'st not my power, deny not my will ; 
Come needy, come helpless, thy soul I will fill ; 
My mercy is boundless ; no sinner shall say 
That he sued at my feet, but was driven away. 

HYMN 256. L. M. 

WHILE life prolongs its precious light, 
Mercy is found and peace is given, 
But soon, ah, soon ! approaching night 
Shall blot out ev'ry hope of heaven. 
2 While God invites, how bless'd the day ! 
How sweet the gospel's charming sound! 
Come, sinners, haste, 0, haste away, 
While yet a pard'ning God is found. 



AWAKENING AND INVITING. 129 

3 Soon, borne on time's most rapid wing, 

Shall death command you to the grave ; 
Before his bar your spirits hring, 
And none be found to hear or save. 

4 In that lone land of deep despair, 

No Sabbath's heavenly light shall rise, 
No God regard your bitter prayer, 
Nor Saviour call you to the skies. 

HYMN 257. S. M. 

AND can I yet delay 
My little all to give? 
To tear my soul from earth away, 
For Jesus to receive? 

2 Nay, but I yield, I yield ! 

I can hold out no more : 
I sink, by dying love compell'd, 
And own thee conqueror ! 

3 Though late, I all forsake, 

My friends, my all resign : 
Gracious Redeemer, take,"0, take, 
And seal me ever thine ! 

4 Come, and possess me whole, 

Nor hence again remove : 
Settle and fix my wav'ring soul, 
With all thy weight of love. 

5 My one desire be this, 

Thy only love to know, 
To seek and taste no other bliss, 
No other good to know. 

HYMN 258. II. 4. , 

ARISE, my soul, arise, 
Shake off thy guilty fears, 
The bleeding sacrifice 

In my behalf appears : 
Before the throne my surety stands, 
My name is written on his hands. 

2 He ever lives above, 

For me to intercede ; 
His all-redeeming love, 

His precious blood, to plead; 
His blood atoned for all our race, 
And sprinkles now the throne of grace. 

3 Five bleeding wounds he bears, 

Received on Calvary, 
They pour effectual prayers, 

They strongly plead for me. 
Forgive him, 0, forgive, they cry, 
Nor let that ransom' d sinner die ! 



130 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

4 The Father hears him pray, 

His dear anointed one, 
He cannot turn away, 

The presence of his Son, 
His Spirit answers to the blood. 
And tells me, I am born of God. 

5 My God is reconciled, 

His pard'ning voice I hear, 
He owns me for his child, 

I can no longer fear ; 
With confidence I now draw nigh, 
And Father, Abba, Father, cry. 

HYMN 259. C. M. 

THERE is a fountain filled with blood, 
Drawn from Immanuers veins, 
And sinners plunged beneath that flood 
Lose all their guilty stains. 

2 The dying thief rejoiced to see 

That fountain in his day, 
And there may I, though vile as he, 
Wash all my sins away. 

3 Dear dying Lamb, thy precious blood 

Shall never lose its power, 
Till all the ransom' d church of God 
Be saved, to sin no more. 

4 E'er since by faith I saw the stream 

Thy flowing wounds supply, 
Redeeming love has been my theme, 
And shall be till I die. 

5 Then in a nobler, sweeter song, 
, I'll sing thy power to save, 

When this poor lisping, stammring tongue 
Lies silent in the grave. 

6 Lord, I believe thou hast prepared, 

Unworthy though I be, 
For me a blood-bought rich reward, 
A golden harp for me. 

7 'Tis strung, and tuned for endless years, 

And formed by power divine, 
To sound in God the Father's ears 
No other name but thine. Cowper. 

HYMN 260. L. M. 

BEHOLD a stranger at the door ! 
He gently knocks — has knock'd before ; 
Hath waited long — is waiting still ; 
You treat no other friend so ill. 
2 O lovely attitude ! He stands 
With melted heart and loaded hands, 



AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

matchless kindness ! And he shows 
This matchless kindness to his foes. 

3 But will he prove a friend indeed 1 
He will ; the very friend you need ; 
The friend of sinners — yes, 'tis he, 
With garments dyed on Calvary. 

4 Rise, touch'd with gratitude divine, 
Turn out his enemy and thine, 
That soul destroying monster, sin, 
And let the heavenly stranger in. 

5 Admit him ere his anger burn — 
His feet departed, ne'er return ; 
Admit him, or the hour's at hand 
You'll at his door rejected stand. 

HYMN 261. CM. 
The great Change. 

BY every means, in every way, 
My soul shall seek the Lord ; 
At home, abroad, by night, by day, 
'Till he his grace afford. 

2 Does He retire "I— I'll still pursue, 

And mend my heavy pace, 
Till with rejoicing eyes I view 
His lovely, smiling face. 

3 I with his people will attend, 

Expecting Him to see ; 
Jesus, my Saviour, and my friend, 
0, come and visit me ! 

4 Were I of all the world possess' d, 

I would the whole resign, 
If I might only once be blest, 
And say that Thou art mine. 

HYMN 262. III. 1. 

SOVEREIGN grace hath power alone 
To subdue a heart of stone ; 
And the moment grace is felt, 
Then the hardest heart will melt. 

2 When the Lord was crucified, 
Two transgressors with him died ; 
One, with vile blaspheming tongue, 
Scoff'd at Jesus as he hung. 

3 Thus he spent his wicked breath, 
In the very jaws of death ; 
Perish'd, as too many do, 

With a Saviour in his view. 

4 But the other, touch'd with grace, 
Saw the danger of his case ; 



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132 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

Faith received to own his Lord, 
Whom the scribes and priests abhorr'd. 

5 " Lord," he cries, " remember me, 
When in glory thou shalt be :" 

" Soon with me," the Lord replies, 
u Thou shalt rest in Paradise." 

6 This was wondrous grace indeed ; 
Grace bestow 1 d in time of need! 
Sinners, trust in Jesus' name ; 

You will find him still the same. Newton. 

HYMN 263. L. M. 
The Young invited. 
fPO-DAY, if ye will hear his voice, 
JL Now is the time to make your choice ; 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go 1 
Say, will you have this Christ or no ? 

2 Ye wand'ring souls, who find no rest, 
Say, will you be for ever bless' d 1 
Will you be saved from sin and hell ? 
Will you with Christ in glory dwell 1 

3 Come now, dear youth, for ruin bound, 
Obey the gospel's joyful sound ; 
Come, go with us, and you shall prove 
The joy of Chrisfs redeeming love. 

4 Once more we ask you in his name — 
For yet his love remains the same — 
Say, will you to Mount Zion go ] 
Say, will you have this Christ or no 1 

5 Leave all your sports and glittering toys, 
Come share with us eternal joys ; 

Or must we leave you bound to hell 1 
Then, dear young friends, a long farewell. 

HYMN 264. 

CHILD of sin and sorrow, 
Fill'd with dismay, 
Wait not for to-morrow, 

Yield thee to-day ; 

Heav'n bids thee come, 

While yet there's room ; 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Hear and obey. 
2 Child of sin and sorrow, 

Why wilt thou die ? 
Come, while thou canst borrow 

Help from on high : 

Grieve not that love, 

Which from above, 
Child of sin and sorrow, 

Would bring thee nigh. 



AWAKEXGC© A>T> BfRD 133 

warn :.m. 

ALAS ! and did my Saviour bleed 1 
And did my Sovereign die T 
Would he devote that sacred head 
For such a worm as 1 1 

2 Was it for crimes that I had done 

He groan' d upon the tree ? 
Amazing pity ! grace unknown ! 
And love beyond degTee ! 

3 Well might the sun in darkness hide. 

And shut his dories in. 
When God. the mighty Maker, died, 
For man the creature's sin. 

4 Thus might I hide my blushing face 

While his dear cross appears, 
Dissolve my heart in thankfulness, 
And melt mine eyes in tears. 

5 But floods of grief can ne'er repay 

The debt of love I owe : 
Here, Lord, I jive myself awav. 
! Tis afl that I can do. 

HYMN 266. S. M. 



AH ! whither shoold I go, 
Burden' d. and sick, and faint ; 
To whom should I my troubles show, 
And pour oat my complaint T 

2 My Saviour bids me come ; 

Ah ! why do I delay ! 
He calls the weary sinner home, 
And yet from him I stay. 

3 What is it keeps me back, 

From which I cannot part ! 
Which will not let the Saviour take 
Possession of my fen 

4 Jesus ! the hind" ranee show, 

Which I have fear'd to see ; 
And let me now consent to know 
What keeps me back from thee. 

5 Searcher of hearts, in mine 

Thy saving power (Bag 
Into its darkest comer shine, 
And take the veil a~ 

et:::~ :-:- : :: 

Miff i|,. 

HOW sad our state by nature 
Out sin, how deep its stains ! 
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134 AWAKENING AND INVITING. 

And Satan binds our captive souls 
Fast in his slavish chains. 

2 But there's a voice of sovereign grace 

Sounds from the sacred word : 
Ho ! ye despairing sinners, come, 
And trust a faithful Lord. 

3 My soul obeys the gracious call, 

And runs to this relief : 
I would believe thy promise, Lord ! 

help my unbelief. 

4 To the bless' d fountain of thy blood, 

Incarnate God, I fly ; 
Here let me wash my spotted soul 
From crimes of deepest die. 

5 A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, 

Into thy arms I fall ; 
Be thou my strength and righteousness, 
My Saviour, and my all. 

HYMN 268. II. 1. 

LORD, thou hast won, at length I yield ; 
My heart, by mighty grace compell'd, 
Surrenders all to thee ; 
Against thy terrors long I strove, 
But who can stand against thy love ? 
Love conquers even me. 

2 All that a wretch could do, I tried, 
Thy patience scornd, thy power defied, 

And trampled on thy laws ; 
Scarcely thy martyrs at the stake 
Could stand more steadfast for thy sake, 

Than I in Satan's cause. 

3 But since thou hast thy love reveal'd, 
And shown my soul a pardon seal'd, 

1 can resist no more ; 

Could'st thou for such a sinner bleed? 
Canst thou for such a rebel plead? 
I wonder and adore ! 

HYMN 269. III. 5. 
The Surrender. 

WELCOME, welcome, dear Redeemer, 
Welcome to this heart of mine : 
Lord, I make a fidl surrender; 
Every power and thought be thine, 

Thine entirely, 
Through eternal ages thine. 
2 Known to all shall be thy mansion, 
Earth and hell will disappear ; 



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Or in vain attempt possession, 
When they find the Lord is near : 

Shout, Zion ! 
Shout, ye saints, the Lord is here ! 

V. PRAYER. 
HYMN 270. S. M. 
TTHE praying spirit breathe, 
J- The watching power impart ; 
From all entanglements beneath, 
Call off" my peaceful heart ; 

2 My feeble mind sustain, 

By worldly thoughts oppress'd ; 
Appear, and bid me turn again 
To my eternal rest. 

3 Swift to my rescue come, 

Thine own this moment seize ; 
Gather my wand'ring spirit home, 
And keep in perfect peace. 

4 Suffer'd no more to rove 

O'er all the earth abroad, 
Arrest the pris'ner of thy love, 
And shut me up in God. 

HYMN 271. CM. 

LORD, teach us how to pray aright, 
With rev'rence and with fear ; 
Though dust and ashes in thy sight, 

We may, we must draw near : 
We perish if we cease from prayer, 

grant us power to pray ; 
And, when to meet thee we prepare, 
Lord, meet us by the way. 

2 Burden' d with guilt, convinced of sin, 

In weakness, want, and wo, 
Fightings without, and fear within, 

Lord, whither shall we go ? 
God of all grace, we come to thee, 

For broken, contrite hearts : 
Give what thine eye delights to see, 

Truth in the inward parts. 

3 Give deep humility, — the sense 

Of godly sorrow give, — 
A strong desiring confidence 

To see thy face and live ; 
Faith in the only sacrifice 

That can for sin atone, 
To cast our hopes, to fix our eyes, 

On Christ — on Christ alone ; 

4 Patience to watch, and wait, and weep, 

Though mercy long delay, — 



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Courage, our fainting souls to keep, 
And trust thee, though thou stay : 

Give these, and then thy will he done ; 
Thus strengthen'd with all might, 

We, hy thy Spirit through thy Son, 
Shall pray, and pray aright. 

HYMN 272. L. M. 

PRAYER was appointed to convey 
The hlessings God designs to give : 
Long as they live should Christians pray, 
For only while they pray they live. 

2 If pains afflict, or wrongs oppress, 

If cares distract, or fears dismay, 
If guilt deject, or sins distress, 
The remedy's before thee — pray. 

3 'Tis prayer supports the soul that's wetk ; 

Though thougnt he broken, language lame, 
Pray, if thou canst or canst not speak, 
But pray with faith in Jesus' name. 

HYMN 273. III. 1. 

COME, my soul, thy suit prepare, 
Jesus loves to answer prayer ; 
He himself has bid thee pray, 
Rise and ask without delay. 

2 Thou art coming to a King, 
Large petitions with thee bring, 
For his grace and power are such, 
None can ever ask too much. 

3 With my burden I begin, 
Lord, remove this load of sin ; 
Let thy blood, for sinners spilt, 
Set my conscience free from guilt 

4 Lord, I come to thee for rest, 
Take possession of my breast; 

There thy blood-bought right maintain, 
And without a rival reign. 

5 While I am a pilgrim here, 
Let thy love my spirit cheer ; 

As my guide, ray guard, my friend, 
Lead me to my journey's end, 

6 Show me what I have to do, 
Every hour my strength renew; 
Let me live a life of faith, 

Let me die thy people's death. Newton. 

HYMN 274. S. M. 

BEHOLD the throne of grace ! 
The promise calls me near ; 



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There Jesus shows a gracious face. 
And waits to answer prayer. 

2 That rich, atoning blood, 

Which sprinkled round I see, 
Provides for those who come to God, 
An all-prevailing plea. 

3 My soul, ask what thou wilt, 

Thou canst not be too bold ; 
Since his own blood for thee he spilt, 
What else can he withhold 1 

HYMN 275. L. M. 

WHAT various hindrances we meet 
In coming to a mercy-seat ! 
Yet, who that knows the worth of prayer, 
But wishes to be often there. 

2 Prayer makes the darken' d cloud withdraw, 
Prayer climbs the ladder Jacob saw ; 
Gives exercise to faith and love, 

Brings every blessing from above. 

3 Restraining prayer, we cease to fight — 
Prayer makes the Christian's armour bright ; 
And Satan trembles when he sees 

The weakest saint upon his knees. 

4 Have you no words 1 Ah, think again ! 
Words flow apace when you complain, 
And fill your fellow-creature's ear 
With the sad tale of all your care. 

5 Were half the breath thus vainly spent, 
To heaven in supplication sent, 

Your cheerful song would oftner be, 
" Hear what the Lord hath done for me." 

Cowper. 
HYMN 276. III. 5. 

JESUS, full of all compassion, 
Hear thy humble suppliant's cry ; 
Let me know thy great salvation, 
See, I languish, faint, and die. 

2 Guilty, but with heart relenting, 

Overwhelm'd with helpless grief, 
Prostrate at thy feet repenting, 
Send, send me quick relief ! 

3 Whither should a wretch be flying, 

But to him who comfort gives 1 
Whither, from the dread of dying, 
But to him who ever lives ! 

4 Saved — the deed shall spread new glory 

Through the shining realms above ; 
Angels sing the pleasing story, 
All enraptured with thy love. 
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138 PRAYER. 

HYMN 277. L. M. 

SHOW pitv, Lord; Lord, forgive; 
Let a repenting rebel live : 
Are not thy mercies large and free ? 
May not a sinner trust in thee ? 

2 My crimes are great, but can't surpass 
The power and glory of thy grace : 
Great God, thy nature hath no bound, 
So let thy pard'ning love be found. 

3 wash my soul from every sin, 

And make my guilty conscience clean ; 
Here, on my heart the burden lies, 
And past offences pain my eyes. 

4 My lips, with shame, my sins confess, 
Against thy law, against thy grace ; 
Lord, should thy judgment grow severe, 
I am condemn" d, but thou art clear. 

5 Should sudden vengeance seize my breath, 
I must pronounce thee just, in death : 
And if my soul were sent to hell, 

Thy righteous law approves it welL 

6 Yet save a trembling sinner. Lord, 
Whose hope, still hov ? ring round thy word, 
Would light on some sweet promise there, 
Some sure support against despair. 

HYMN 27S. III. 1. 

IN themselves as weak as worms, 
How can poor believers stand, 
When temptations, foes, and storms, 
Press them close on every hand 1 

2 Weak indeed they feel they are, 

But they know the throne of grace ; 
And the God who answers prayer, 
Helps them when they seek his face. 

3 Though the Lord awhile delay, 

Succour they at length obtain; 

He who taught their hearts to pray, 

Will not let them cry in vain. 

4 Wrestling prayer can wonders do, 

Bring relief in deepest straits; 
Prayer can force a passage through 
Iron bars and brazen gates. 

HYMN 279. S. M. 

OTHOU, that would'st not have 
One wretched sinner die, 
Who diedst thyself my soul to save 
From endless misery ! 



PRAYER. 139 

Show me the way to shun 

Thv dreadful wrath severe, 
That when thou comest on thy throne, 

I may with joy appear. 
2 Thou art thyself the way ; 

Thyself in me reveal : * 
So shall I spend mv life's short day 

Obedient to thy will : 

So shall I love my God. 

Because he first loved me. 
And praise thee in thy bright abode, 

To ah eternity. 

HYMN 2S0. III. 2. 
&Mcrt JUmmg Prmmer Meeting. 

SAFELY through another week. 
God has brought us on our way ; 
Let us now a blessing seek. 

Waiting in his courts to-day : 
Day of afi the week the best; 
Emblem of eternal rest. 

2 While we seek supplies of grace, 

Through the dear Redeemer's name, 
Show thy reconciled face ; 

Take away our sin and shame : 
From our worldly cares set free, 
May we rest this* day in thee, 

3 When we meet thy name to praise, 

Let us feel thy presence near : 
May thy glory meet our eyes 

While we in thy house appear ; 
There afford us. Lord, a taste 
Of our everlasting feast. 

4 May the sospel's joyful sound 

Conquer sinners, comfort saints ; 
Make the fruits of grace abound ; 

Bring relief from all complaints : 
Thus let all our Sabbaths prove, 
Tfll we join the church above. 

HYMN 2S1. L. M. 

GREAT Lord of an thy churches hear 
Thy ministers' and people's prayer; 
Perfumed by thee, may it rise 
Like fragrant incense to the skies. 

2 Revive thy churches with thy grace ; 
Heal aU our breaches, grant us" peace : 
Rouse us from sloth, our hearts inflame 
With ardent zeal for Jesus' name, 

3 May vouns and old thy word reel 
Dead sinners hear thy voice and live ; 



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The wounded conscience healing find, 
And joy refresh each drooping mind. 

4 May aged saints matured with grace, 
Abound in fruits of holiness ; 

And when transplanted to the skies, 
May younger in their stead arise. 

5 Thus we our suppliant voices raise, 
And weeping, sow the seed of praise, 
In humble hope that thou wilt hear 
Thy ministers' and people's prayer. 

HYMN 282. III. 1. 

NAY, I will not let thee go, 
Till a blessing thou bestow ; 
Do not turn away thy face, 
Mine's an urgent, pressing case. 

2 Once, a sinner near despair 
Sought thy mercy-seat by prayer; 
Mercy heard and set him free, — 
Lord! that mercy came to me. 

3 Many days have passed since then, 
Many changes I have seen, 

Yet have been upheld till now ; — 
Who could hold me up but thou 1 

4 Thou hast helped, in every need — 
This emboldens me to plead ; 
After so much mercy past, 

Canst thou let me sink at last 1 

5 No— I must maintain my hold; 
'Tis thy goodness makes me bold ; 
I can no denial take, 

Since I plead for Jesus' sake. 

HYMN 283. C. M- 
Prayer for a Revival. 

OLORD ! thy work revive 
In Zions gloomy hour; 
And let our dying graces live 
By thy restoring power. 

2 O let thy chosen few 

Awake to earnest prayer ; 
Their solemn vows again renew, 
And walk in filial fear. 

3 Thy Spirit then will speak, 

Through lips of humble clay, 
Till hearts of adamant shall break, 
Till rebels shall obey. 

4 Now lend thy gracious ear, 

Now listen to our cry ; 



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Oh ! come and bring salvation near, 
Our souls on thee rely. 

HYMN 284. L. M. 
Prayer for a Revival. 

LOOK down, Lord ! with pitying eye, 
See Adam's race in ruin lie ; 
Sin spreads its trophies o'er the ground, ' 
And scatters slaughter'd heaps around. 

2 And can these dead awake and live 1 
And can these perish' d bones revive 1 
That, mighty God ! to thee is known; 
That Wondrous work is all thine own. 

3 Thy ministers are sent in vain, 
To prophesy upon the slain, 

In vain they call, in vain they cry, 
Till thine almighty aid is nigh. 

4 But if thy spirit deign to breathe, 

Life spreads through all the realms of death ; 
Dry bones obey thy powerful voice, — 
They move, they waken, they rejoice. 

HYMN 285. 
Revival. 

OUR souls, by love together knit, 
Cemented, join'd in one, 
One hope, one heart, one mind, one voice ; 

'Tis heaven on earth begun : 
Our hearts have often burn'd within, 

And glow'd with sacred fire, 
While Jesus spoke, and fed, and bless'd, 

And fill'd th' enlarged desire. 
Chorus. 
"A Saviour !" let creation sing, 
"A Saviour !" let all heaven ring ; 
'Tis God with us, we feel him ours, 
His fulness in our souls he pours : 
: Tis almost done, 'tis almost o'er; 
We're joining those who've gone before ; 
We soon shall reach that blissful shore 
Where we shall meet to part no more. 
2 The little cloud increases still, 

The heavens are big with rain . 
We wait to catch the teeming shower, 

And all its moisture drain : 
A rill, a stream, a torrent flows, 

But pour a mighty flood ; 
sweep the nations, shake the earth, 

Till all proclaim thee God. 

Chorus. "A Saviour!" &c 



142 JUSTIFICATION. 

3 And when thou mak'st thy jewels up, 
And sett'st thy starry crown, 
When all thy sparkling gems shall shine, 

Proclaim' d by thee thine own ; 
May we, a little band of love, 
We sinners, saved by grace, 
From glory unto glory changed, 
Behold thee face to face. 

Chorus. "A Saviour ! : ' &c 

HYMN 286. S. M. 
The Lord's Prayer. 
QUR Heavenly Father, hear 
The prayer we offer now, 
Thy name be hallow'd far and near, 
To thee all nations bow. 

2 Thy kingdom come, thy will 

On earth be done in love. 
As saints and seraphim fulfil 
Thy perfect law above. 

3 Our daily bread supply, 

While by thy word we live ; 
The guilt of our iniquity, 
Forgive as we forgive. 

4 From dark temptation's power, 

From Satan's wiles defend, 
Deliver in this evil hour, 
And guide us to the end. 

5 Thine then for ever be 

Glory and power divine ; 
The sceptre, throne, and majesty 
Of heaven and earth are thine. 

VI. JUSTIFICATION. 
HYMN 287. L. M. 

FROM my own works at last I cease, 
For God alone can give me peace ; 
Fruitless my toil, and vain my care, 
Of my own strength I must despair. 

2 Lord, I despair myself to heal ; 
I see my sins, but cannot feel 
True sorrow, till thy Spirit show 
My unbelief, the source of wo. 

3 'Tis thine alone to change this heart ; 
Thou only canst good gifts impart ; 

I therefore will my heart resign 

To thee : cleanse, and seal it thine. 

4 With humble faith on thee I call, 
My light, my life, my Lord, my all; 



JUSTIFICATION. 143 

I wait the moving of the pool ; 
I wait the word that makes me whole. 
5 Speak, gracious Lord, my sickness cure, 
Make my infected nature pure ; 
Peace, righteousness, and joy impart, 
And give thyself unto my heart. Moravian. 

HYMN 288. C. M. 

THE gospel comes with welcome news 
Of pardon, full and free ; 
Their various schemes while others choose, 
Saviour, we come to thee. 

2 Of merit never can we speak, 

For merit have we none ; 
But justified for Jesus' sake, 
We're saved by grace alone. 

3 : Twas grace our wayward hearts first won, 

'Tis grace that holds us fast; 
Grace will complete the work begun, 
And save us at the last. 

4 Then shall our souls, with rapture, trace 

The love that set us free, 
And celebrate redeeming grace 
Through all eternity. 

HYMN 289. L. M. 

NO more, my God, I boast no more, 
Of all the duties I have done ; 
I quit the hopes I held before, 
To trust the merits of thy son. 

2 Now trusting to his sacred name, 

What was my gain I count my loss; 
My former pride I call my shame, 
And nail my glory to his cross. 

3 Yes ; and till death I will esteem 

All things but loss for Jesus' sake ; 
may my soul be found in him, 
And of his righteousness partake ! 

4 The best obedience of my hands 

Dares not approach before thy throne ; 
But faith can answer thy demands, 
By pleading what my Lord has done. ' 

HYMN 290. C. M. 

LEGAL obedience were complete, 
Could we the law fulfil, 
But no man ever did so yet, 
And no man ever will. 
2 The law was never meant to give 
New strength to Adam's race ; 



144 JUSTIFICATION. 

We cannot work before we live, 
And life proceeds from grace. 

3 But grace and truth by Christ are given, 

To him must Moses bow ; 
Grace fits the new-born soul for heaven, 
And truth informs us how. 

4 By Christ we enter into rest, 

And triumph o'er the fall ; 
The soul that would be truly blest, 
Must trust to Christ for all. 

HYMN 291. L.M. 
The Lord our Righteousness. 

JESUS, thy blood and righteousness 
My beauty are, my glorious dress ; 
'Midst flaming worlds in these array' d, 
With joy shall I lift up my head. 

2 When from the dust of death I rise 
To take my mansion in the skies, 
E'en then shall this be all my plea, 
" Jesus hath lived and died for me." 

3 Bold shall I stand in that great day, 
For who aught to my charge shall lay 7 
While through thy blood absolved I am 
From sin's tremendous curse and shame. 

4 Thus Abraham, the friend of God, 
Thus all the armies bought with blood, 
Saviour of sinners, thee proclaim, 
Sinners, of whom the chief I am. 

5 This spotless robe the same appears 
When ruined nature sinks in years ; 
No age can change its glorious hue, 
The robe of Christ is ever new. 

6 O, let the dead now hear thy voice, 
Bid, Lord, thy banish'd ones rejoice : 
Their beauty this, their glorious dress, 
Jesus, the Lord our Righteousness. 

HYMN 292. L.M. 

WHAT shall the dvin? sinner do, 
That seeks relief from all his wo"? 
Where shall the guilty conscience find 
Ease for the torment of the mind 1 

2 How shall we get our crimes forgivn, 
Our form, our natures fit for heav'n 1 
Can souls, all o'er denied with sin, 

Make their own powrs and passions clean 1 

3 In vain we search, in vain we try, 
Till Jesus brings his gospel nigh : 
'Tis there that pow'r and glorv dwell 
That save rebellious souls from hell. 



JUSTIFICATION. 145 

4 This is the pillar of our hope, 
That bears our fainting spirits up ; 
We read the grace, we trust the word, 
And find salvation in the Lord. 

5 Let men or angels dig the mines 
Where nature's golden treasure shines ; 
Brought near the doctrine of the cross, 
All nature's gold appears but dross. 

6 Should vile blasphemers, with disdain, 
Pronounce the truths of Jesus vain, 
We'll meet the scandal and the shame, 
And sing and triumph in his name. 

HYMN 293. C. M. 

WHERE shall we sinners hide our heads ? 
Can rocks or mountains save 1 ? 
Or shall we wrap us in the shades 
Of midnight and the gravel 

2 Is there no shelter from the eye 

Of an avenging God 1 
Jesus, to thy dear wounds we fly ; 
Bedew us with thy blood. 

3 Those guardian drops our souls secure, 

And wash away our sins ; 
Eternal justice frowns no more, 
And conscience smiles within. 

4 We bless that wondrous purple stream 

That cleanses every stain : 
Yet are our souls but half redeem'd, 
If sin, the tyrant, reign. 

5 Lord, blast his empire with thy breath ; 

That cursed throne must fall: 
Ye flatt'ring plagues, that work our death, 
Fly, for we hate you all. 

HYMN 294. C. M. 

HOW long beneath the law I lay 
In bondage and distress ! 
I toil'd the precept to obey, 
But toil'd without success. 

2 Then, all my servile works were done 

A righteousness to raise ; 

Now, freely chosen in the Son, 

I freely choose his ways. 

3 To see the law by Christ fulfill'd, 

And hear his pard'ning voice, 
Will change a slave into a child, 
And duty into choice. 

HYMN 295. 

ALL ye that pass by, 
To Jesus draw nigh, 
To you is it nothing that Jesus should die T 
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146 JUSTIFICATION. 

Your ransom and peace, 
Your surety he is ; 
Come see if there ever was sorrow like his. 

2 For what you have done 
His blood must atone ; 

The Father hath punish'd for you his*dear Son : 
The Lord, in the day 
Of his anger, did lay 
• Your sins on the Lamb, and he hore them away. 

3 For you, and for me, 
He pray'd on the tree ; 

The prayer is accepted, the sinner is free : 

That sinner am I, 

Who on Jesus rely, 
And come for the pardon God cannot deny. 

4 My pardon I claim, 
For a sinner I am ; 

A sinner believing in Jesus' s name : 

He purchased the grace 

Which now I embrace : 
Father, thou know'st he has died in my place. 

5 Love moved him to die ; 
On this I rely ; 

My Saviour hath loved me, I cannot tell why : 

But this thing I find, 

We two are so join'd, 
He'll not be in glory and leave me behind. 

6 With joy we approve 
The plan of his love, 

A wonder to all both below and above : 

When time is no more, 

We still shall adore 
That ocean of love without bottom or shore. 

HYMN 296. L. M. 

WHO shall the Lord's elect condemn 1 
'Tis God that justifies their souls, 
And mercy, like a mighty stream, 
O'er all their sins divinely rolls. 

2 Who shall adjudge the saints to hell 1 

'Tis Christ that suffer'd in their stead ; 
And their salvation to fulfil. 
Behold him rising from the dead ! 

3 He lives ! he lives ! and sits above, 

For ever interceding there, 
Who shall divide us from his love ? 
Or who shall tempt us to despair 1 

4 Shall persecution, or distress, 
Famine, or sword, or nakedness ! 

He that hath loved us, bears us through, 
And makes us more than conquerors too. 



JUSTIFICATION. 147 

5 Faith hath an overcoming power, 
It triumphs in the dying hour, 
Christ is our life, our hope, our joy, 
Nor can we sink, for he is nigh. 

6 Not all that men on earth can do. 

Nor powers on high, nor powers below, 
Shall cause his mcrcv to remove, 
Or wean our hearts from him we love. 
HYMN 297. III. 1. 
Perseverance. 

HARK ! my soul, it is the Lord ; 
Tis thy Saviour; hear his word; 
Jesus speakSj and speaks to thee : 
" Say, poor smner, lov'st thou me ] 

2 " I deliver' d thee when hound, 

And, when wounded, heal'd thy wound ; 
Sought thee wand'ring. set thee right, 
Turn'd thy darkness into light. 

3 " Can a woman's tender care 
Cease towards the child she bare 1 
Yes, she may forgetful be, 

Yet will I remember thee. 

4 " Mine is an unchanging love, 
Higher than the heights above, 
Deeper than the depths beneath, 
Free and faithful, strong as death. 

5 " Thou shalt see my glory soon, 
When the work of grace is done ; 
Partner of my throne shalt be ; 
Say, poor sinner, lovest thou mel" 

6 Lord, it is my chief complaint, 
That my love is weak and faint ; 
Yet I love thee and adore ; 

for grace to love thee more ! Cowper. 

HYMN 29S. S. M. 
TI/TY former hopes are fled, 
1»-L My terror now begins ; 

1 feel, alas ! that I am dead 
In trespasses and sins. 

2 Ah, whither shall I fly 1 

I hear the thunder roar; 
The law proclaims destruction nigh, 
And vengeance at the door. 

3 When I review my ways, 

I dread impending doom : 
But sure a friendly whisper says, 
" Flee from the wrath to come." 

4 I see, or think I see, 

A glimm'ring from afar; 
A beam of day that shines for me 
To save me from despair. 



148 JUSTIFICATION. 

5 Forerunner of the Sun, 

It marks the pilgrim's way ; 
I'll gaze upon it while I run, 
And watch the rising day. Cowper. 

HYMN 299. IV. 3. 
Saved by Grace. 

IN songs of sublime adoration and praise, 
Ye pilgrims for Zion who press, 
Break forth and extol the great Ancient of days, 
His rich and distinguishing grace. 

2 His love, from eternity fix*d upon you, 

Broke forth and discovered its flame, 
When each with the cords of his kindness he drew, 
And Drought you to love his great name. 

3 had not he pitied the state you were in, 

Your bosoms his love had ne'er felt; 
You all would have lived, would have died too in sin, 
And sunk with the load of your guilt. 

4 What was there in you that could merit esteem, 

Or give the Creator delight 1 
: Twas " Even so, Father," you ever must sing, 
" Because it seem'd good in thy sight/' 

5 'Twas all of thy grace we were brought to obey; 

While others were suffer'd to go 
The road which by nature we chose as our way, 
That leads to the regions of wo. 

6 Then give all the glory to his holy name, 

To him all the glory belongs ; 
Be yours the high joy still to sound forth his fame, 
And crown him in each of your songs. 

HYMN 300. III. 2. 

ROCK of ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee ; 
Let the water and the blood, 
From thy riven side which flow'd, 
Be of sin the double cure, 
Cleanse me from its guilt and pow r r. 

2 Not the labours of my hands 
Can fulfil thy law's demands ; 
Could my zeal no respite know, 
Could my tears for ever flow ; 
All for sin could not atone, 
Thou must save, and thou alone. 

3 Nothing in my hand I bring, 
Simply to thy cross I cling ; 
Naked, come to thee for dress ; 
Helpless, come to thee for grace ; 
Foul, I to the fountain fly, 
Wash me, Jesus, or I die. 



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4 While I draw this fleeting breath, 
When my eyes shall close in death ; 
When I soar to worlds unknown, 
See thee on thy judgment throne, 
Rock of Ages, cleft for me, 
Let me hide myself in thee. 

HYMN 301. IV. 2. 

A DEBTOR to mercy alone, 
Of covenant mercy I sing, 
Nor fear, with thy righteousness on, 
My person and off 'rings to bring ; 
The terrors of law and of God, 

With me can have nothing to do, 
My Saviour's obedience and blood 
Hide all my transgressions from view. 

2 The work which his goodness began, 

The arm of his strength will complete, 
His promise is yea and amen, 

And never was forfeited yet ; 
Things future, or things that are now, 

Not all things below or above, 
Can make him his purpose forego, 

Or sever my soul from his love. 

3 My name from the palms of his hands, 

Eternity will not erase ; 
Impressed on his heart it remains, 

In marks of indelible grace ; 
Yes, I to the end shall endure, 

As sure as the earnest is given, 
More happy, but not more secure, 

The glorified spirits in Heaven. Topladt. 
HYMN 302. S. M. 

YOUR harps, ye trembling saints, 
Down from the willows take ; 
Loud to the praise of Christ our Lord, 
Bid every string awake. 

2 Though in a foreign land, 

We are not far from home ; 
And nearer to our house above, 
We ev'ry moment come. 

3 His grace shall to the end 

Stronger and brighter shine ; 
Nor present things, nor things to come, 
Shall quench the spark divine. 

4 The time of love will come, 

When we shall clearly see, 

Not only that he shed his blood, 

But each shall say " for me." 

5 Tarry his leisure, then, 

Wait the appointed hour ; 
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Wait till the bridegroom of your souls, 
Reveal his love with power. 
6 Bless'd is the man, God ! 
That stays himself on thee : 
Who waits for thy salvation, Lord, 
Shall thy salvation see. Toplady. 

VII. CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 

HYMN 303. CM. 

"Follow me." 

OFOR a single heart for God ! 
To follow him alone, 
Wholly and fully him to serve 
Who did for sin atone. 

2 Why should my heart divided be ? 

Thou art my only Lord, 
Who didst create me, hast redeem' d, 
And wilt thy help afford. 

3 I cannot serve the Lord and sin ; 

I must decided be ; 
Tho' shame, reproach, and loss attend, 
By grace I will serve thee. 

4 Unite my heart to fear thy name, 

Let all its powers be one ; 
Let love and hope, desire and joy, 
Be fix'd for Christ alone. Bickersteth. 

HYMN 304. C. M. 

FATHER, I stretch my hands to thee, 
No other help I know ; 
If thou withdraw thyself from me, 
Ah, whither shall I go 7 

2 What did thine only Son endure, 

Before I drew my breath ! 
What pain, what labour, to secure 
My soul from endless death ! 

3 Jesus, could I this believe, 

I now should feel thy power ; 
Now my poor soul thou wouldst retrieve, 
Nor let me wait one hour. 

4 Author of faith, to thee I lift 

My weary, longing eyes : 
let me now receive that gift ; 
My soul without it dies. 

5 Surely thou canst not let me die ; 

speak, and I shall live : 

And here I will unwearied he, 

Till thou thy Spirit give. 

6 The worst of sinners would rejoice. 

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let me hear thy quick'nins voice, 
And taste thy pard'ning grace! 

HYMN 305. L. 1L 

MY hope, my all, my Saviour thou ! 
To thee, lo, now, my soul I bow; 

1 feel the bliss thy wounds impart, 
I find thee, Saviour, in my heart 

2 Be thou my strength, be thou my way, 
Protect me through my fife's short day : 
In all my acts may wisdom guide, 
And keep me, Saviour, near thy side. 

3 Correct, reprove, and comfort me; 
As I have need, my Saviour be : 
And if I would from thee depart, 
Then clasp me, Saviour, to thy heart. 

4 In fierce temptation's darkest hour, 
Save me from sin and Satan's power; 
Tear every idol from thy throne, 
And reign, my Saviour, reign alone. 

5 My sufF'ring time shall soon be o'er, 
Then shall I sigh and weep no more ; 
My ransom' d soul shall soar away, 
To sing thy praise in endless day. 

HYMN 306. CM. 

P:SUS hath died that I might live, 
Might live to God alone ; 
In him eternal life receive ; 
And be in spirit one. 

2 Saviour, I thank thee for the grace, 

The gift unspeakable ; 
And wait with arms of faith t' embrace, 
And all thy love to feel. 

3 Give me thjself from every boast, 

From every wish set free; 
Let all I am in thee be lost, 
But give thyself to me. 

4 Thy gifts, alas ! cannot suffice, 

Unless thyself be given ; 
Thy presence makes my paradise ; 
And where thou art is heaven. 
HYMN 307. L. M. 

OGod, most merciful and true, 
Thy nature to my soul impart ; 
'Stablish with me the cov'nant new, 
And stamp thine image on my heart. 
3 To real holiness restored, 

let me gain my Saviour's mind, 
And in the knowledge of my Lord, 
Fulness of life eternal find. 



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3 Remember, Lord, my sins no more, 

That them I may no more forget, 
But, sunk in guiltless shame, adore 
With speechless wonder at thy feet. 

4 O'erwhelm'd with thy stupendous grace 

I shall not in thy presence move, 
But breathe unutterable praise, 
And rapturous awe, and silent love. 

5 Then every murmuring thought and vain 

Expires, in sweet confusion lost ; 
I cannot of my cross complain, 
I cannot of my goodness boast. 

6 Pardon'd for all that I have done, 

My mouth as in the dust I hide ; 
And glory give to God alone, 
My God for ever pacified. 

HYMN 308. L. M. 

O JESUS, let thy dying cry 
Pierce to the bottom of my heart ; 
Its evils cure, its wants supply, 
And bid my unbelief depart ! 

2 Slay the dire root and seed of sin ; 

Prepare for thee the holiest place ; 
Then, essential Love, come in ! 
And fill thy house with endless praise. 

3 Let me, according to thy word, 

A tender, contrite heart receive, 
Which grieves at having grieved its Lord, 
And never can itself forgive : 

4 A heart thy joys and griefs to feel, 

A heart that cannot faithless prove ; 
A heart where Christ alone may dwell, 
All praise, all meekness, and all love. 

HYMN 309. C. M. 

WITH joy we meditate the grace 
Of our High Priest above ; 
His heart is made of tenderness, 
His bowels melt with love. 

2 Touch' d with a sympathy within, 

He knows our feeble frame ; 
He knows what sore temptations mean, 
For he hath felt the same. 

3 He in the days of feeble flesh, 

Pour'd out strong cries and tears, 
And in his measure feels afresh 
What every member bears. 

4 He'll never quench the smoking flax, 

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The bruised reed he never breaks, 
Nor scorns the meanest name. 
5 Then let our humble faith address 
His mercy and his power ; 
We shall obtain deiivring grace 
In the distressing hour. 

HYMN 310. L. M. 

SO let our lips and lives express 
The holy gospel we profess j 
So let our works and virtues shine, 
To prove the doctrine all divine. 

2 Thus shall we best proclaim abroad 
The honours of our Saviour God ; 
When his salvation reigns within, 
And grace subdues the power of sin. 

3 Our flesh and sense must be denied ; 
Passion and envy, lust and pride ; 
While justice, temperance, and love, 
Our inward piety approve. 

4 Religion bears our spirits up, 
While we expect that blessed hope, 
The bright appearance of the Lord, 
And faith stands leaning on his word. 

HYMN 311. CM. 

WHEN any turn from Z ion's way, 
(Alas, what numbers do !) 
Methinks I hear my Saviour say, 
" Wilt thou forsake me too ! M 

2 Ah, Lord ! with such a heart as mine, 

Unless thou hold me fast, 
I feel I must, I shall decline, 
And prove like them at last. 

3 Yet thou alone hast power, I know, 

To save a wretch like me : 

To whom or whither could I go, 

If I should turn from thee 1 

4 Beyond a doubt I rest assured 

Thou art the Christ of God , 
Who hast eternal life secured 
By promise and by blood. 

5 No voice but thine can give me rest, 

And bid my fears depart ; 
No love but thine can make me blest, 
And satisfy my heart. 

6 What anguish has this question stirr'd, 

If I will also go ] 
Yet, Lord, relying on thy word, 
I humbly answer, no ! 



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HYMN 312. CM. 

AM I a soldier of the cross, 
A follower of the Lamb? 
And shall I fear to own his cause, 
Or blush to speak his name 1 

2 Shall I be carried to the skies 

On flow ; ry beds of ease, 
While others fought to win the prize, 
And sail'd through bloody seas 1 

3 Are there no foes for me to face, 

Must I not stem the flood 7 
In this vain world a friend to grace, 
To help me on to God 1 

4 Sure I must fight if I would reign : 

Increase my courage, Lord, 
To bear the cross, endure the shame, 
Supported by thy word. 

5 The saints, in all this glorious war, 

Shall conquer, though they die ; 
They see the triumph from afar, 
With faith's discerning eye. 

6 When that illustrious day shall rise, 

And all thine armies shine 
In robes of victory thro' the skies, 
The glory shall be thine. 

HYMN 313. CM. 

FAITH adds new charms to earthly bliss, 
And saves me from its snares ; 
Its aid in every duty brings, 
And softens all my cares : 

2 Extinguishes the thirst of sin, 

And lights the sacred fire 
Of love to God and heavenly things, 
And feeds the pure desire. 

3 The wounded conscience knows its power, 

The healing balm to give ; 
That balm the saddest heart can cheer, 
And make the dying live. 

4 Wide it unveils celestial worlds, 

Where deathless pleasures reign ; 
And bids me seek my portion there, 
Nor bids me seek in vain. 

HYMN 314. L. M. 

I SEND the joys of earth away ; 
Away ye tempters of the mind ; 
False as the smooth, deceitful sea, 
And empty as the whistling wind. 



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2 Your streams were floating me along, 

Down to the gulf of black despair : 
And whilst I listen'd to your song, 
Your streams had e'en conveyed me there. 

3 Lord, I adore thy matchless grace, 

That warn'd me of that dark abyss, 
That drew me from those treach'rous seas, 
And bade me seek superior bliss. 

4 Now, to the shining realms above, 

I stretch my hands, and glance my eyes ; 
for the pinions of a dove, 
To bear me to the upper skies. 

HYMN 315. C. M. 

O COULD I find from day to day, 
A nearness to my God, 
Then should my hours glide sweet away, 
And lean upon his word. 

2 Lord, I desire with thee to live 

Anew from day to day ; 
In joys the world can never give, 
Nor ever take away. 

3 Jesus, come and rule my heart, 

And make me wholly thine, 

That I may never more depart, 

Nor grieve thy love divine. 

4 Thus till my last expiring breath, 

Thy goodness I'll adore ; 
And when my flesh dissolves in death, 
My soul shall love thee more. 

HYMN 316. C. M. 

OLORD, my best desires fulfil, 
And help me to resign 
Life, health, and comfort to thy will, 
And make thy pleasure mine. 

2 Why should I shrink at thy command, 

Whose love forbids my fears 1 
Or tremble at the gracious hand 
That wipes away my tears 1 

3 No, let me rather freely yield 

What most I prize to thee ; 
Who never hast a good withheld, 
Or wilt withhold from me. 

4 Thy favour, all our journey through, 

Thou art engaged to grant ; 
What else I want, or think I do, 
'Tis better still to want. 

5 Wisdom and mercy guide my way, 

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A poor, blind creature of a day, 
And crush'd before a moth. 
6 But ! my inward spirit cries 
Still bind me to thy sway ; 
Else the next cloud that veils my skies, 
Will drive these thoughts away. 
HYMN 317. III. 5. 

OMY soul, what means this sadness 7 
Wherefore art thou thus cast down 1 
Let thy grief be turn'd to gladness ; 
Bid thy restless fears begone ; 

Look to Jesus, 
And rejoice in his dear name. 

2 What though Satan's strong temptations 

Vex and grieve thee day by day ; 
And thy sinful inclinations 
Often fill thee with dismay, 

Thou shalt conquer, 
Through the Lamb's redeeming blood. 

3 Though ten thousand ills beset thee, 

From without and from within, 
Jesus saith hell ne'er forget thee, 
But will save from hell and sin : 

He is faithful 
To perform his gracious word. 

4 Though distresses now attend thee. 

And thou tread'st the thorny road ; 

His right hand shall still defend thee 

Soon he'll bring thee home to God ! 

Therefore praise him — 
Praise the great Redeemer's name. 

5 that I could now adore him, 

Like the heavenly host above, ' 
Who for ever bow before him, 
And unceasing sing his love ! 

Happy songsters ! 
When shall I your chorus join 1 

HYMN 318. L. M. 

AWAKE, our souls, away our fears, 
(Let ev'ry trembling thought be gone,) 
Awake, and run the heavenly race, 
And put a cheerful courage on. 

2 Sure, 'tis a strait and thorny road, 

And mortal spirits tire and faint ; 
But they forset the mighty God, 
That feeds the strength of ev'ry saint. 

3 The mighty God. whose matchless power, 

Is ever new and ever younsr. 
And firm endures, while endless years 
Their everlasting circles run ! 



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4 From thee, the overflowing spring, 

Our souls shall drink a fresh supply, 

While such as trust their native strength 

Shall rnelt away, and droop, and die. 

5 Swift as an eagle cuts the air, 

We'll mount aloft to thine abode : 
On wings of love our souls shall fly. 
Nor tire amidst the heavenly road. 

HYMN 319. CM. 

AND can my heart aspire so high 
To say "My Father, God?" 
Lord, at thy feet I fain would lie, 
And learn to kiss the rod. 

2 I would submit to all thy will, 

For thou art good and wise ; 
Let ev'ry anxious thought be still, 
And not a murmur rise. 

3 Thy love can cheer the darksome gloom, 

And bid me wait serene, 
Till hopes and joys immortal bloom, 
And heighten all the scene. 

4 " My Father, 1 ' O permit my heart 

To plead its humble claim, 
And ask the bliss those words impart, 
In my Redeemer's name. 

HYMN 320. L.M. 

HOW blest the state of saints above, 
Perfect in righteousness and love, 
Where all is purity and peace, 
And holy joys which never cease ! 

2 There reigns the Lord whom we adore, 
Glorious in holiness and power, 
Array'd in majesty so bright, 

No mortal eye could bear the sight. 

3 Know, my soul, that blissful scene 
Can ne'er admit a mind unclean: 
None but the holy shall appear, 
And see the Lord with comfort there. 

4 Our Saviour, by a heavenly birth, 
Calls us to holiness on earth ; 
Bids us from paths of sin to fly, 
And seek the joys above the sky. 

5 We must have holy hearts and hands, 
And feet that go where he commands ; 
A holy will to keep his ways, 

And holy lips to speak his praise. 

6 Then let our first, our chief pursuit 
Be holiness, in all its fruit; 

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seek it in the Saviour's grace, 
And thus prepare to see his face. 

HYMN 321. L.M. 

Contentment. 

OTHOU, by long experience tried, 
Near whom no grief can long abide, 
My Lord, with thee, in sweet content, 

1 pass my years of banishment. 

2 All scenes alike engaging prove, 
To souls impress'd with sacred love ; 
Where'er they dwell, they dwell in thee, 
In heaven, on earth, or on the sea. 

3 To me remains nor place nor time, 
My country is in ev'ry clime ; 

I can be calm and free from care 
On any shore, since God is there. 

4 While place we seek, or place we shun, 
The soul finds happiness in none ; 
But, with my God to guide my way, 
'Tis equal joy to go or stay. 

5 Could I be cast where thou art not, 
That were indeed a dreadful lot ; 
But regions none remote I call, 
Secure of finding God in all. 

HYMN 322. L. M. 

HOLY Lord God, I love thy truth, 
Nor dare thy least commandment slight ; 
Yet pierced by sin, the serpent's tooth, 
I mourn the anguish of the bite. 

2 But though the poison lurks within, 

Hope bids me still with patience wait, 
Till death shall set me free from sin, 
Free from the thing I so much hate. 

3 Had I a throne above the rest, 

Where angels and archangels dwell, 
One sin unslain within my breast, 
Would make that heaven as dark as helL 

4 The pris'ner sent to breathe fresh air, 

And bless' d with liberty again, 
Would mourn, were he condemned to wear 
One link of all his former chain. 

5 But 0, no foe invades the bliss, 

When glory crowns the Christian's head; 
One view of Jesus as he is, 
Will strike all sin for ever dead. Cowpxr. 

HYMN 323. II. 3. 
r FHOU hidden love of God, whose height, 
■*• Whose depths, unfathom'd, no man kno^s ; 



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I see from far thy beauteous light, 

And only sigh for thy repose : 
My heart is pain'd, nor can it be 
At rest, till it find rest in thee. 

2 Is there a thing beneath the sun, 

That strives with thee my heart to share 7 
Ah ! tear it thence, and reign alone, 

The Lord of ev'ry motion there. 
Then shall my heart from earth be free 
When it has found its all in thee. 

3 O crucify this self, that I 

No more, but Christ in me may live ; 
Bid all my vile affections die, 

Nor let one hateful lust survive ; 
In all things nothing may I see, 
Or aught desire or seek but thee. 

4 Lord, draw my heart from earth away, 

And make it only know thy call ; 
Speak to my inmost soul, and say, 

I am thy own, thy God, thine all ; 
dwell in me, fill all my soul, 
And all thy powers by grace control. 

HYMN 324. CM. 

THE Saviour, what endless charms 
Dwell in the blissful sound ! 
Its influence ev'ry fear disarms, 
And spreads sweet comfort round. 

2 Here pardon, life, and joys divine, 

In rich effusion flow, 
For guiltj' rebels lost in sin, 
And doom'd to endless wo. 

3 the rich depths of love divine, 

Of bliss, a boundless store ! 
Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine ; 
I cannot wish for more. 

4 On thee alone my hope relies, 

Beneath thy cross I fall ; 
My Lord, my life, my sacrifice, 
My Saviour, and my all. 

HYMN 325. L. M. 

BESET with snares on ev'ry hand, 
In life's uncertain path I stand; 
Saviour divine, diffuse thy light, 
To guide my doubtful footsteps right. 
2 Engage this roving, treacherous heart, 
To fix on Mary's better part; 
To scorn the trifles of a day, 
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3 Then let the wildest storms arise, 
Let tempests mingle earth and skies; 
No fatal shipwreck shall I fear, 

But all my treasures with me bear. 

4 If thou, my Jesus, still be nigh, 
Cheerful I live, and joyful die ; 
Secure, when mortal comforts flee, 
To find ten thousand worlds in thee. 

HYMN 326. IV. 2. 

HOW tedious and tasteless the hours, 
When Jesus no longer I see ; 
Sweet prospects, sweet birds, and sweet flowers, 

Have all lost their sweetness for me ; 
The midsummer sun shines but dim, 

The fields strive in vain to look gay ; 
But when I am happy in him, 
December's as pleasant as May. 

2 His name yields the richest perfume, 

And sweeter than music his voice ; 
His presence disperses my gloom, 

And makes all within me rejoice. 
I should, were he always thus nigh, 

Have nothing to wish or to fear ; 
No mortal so happy as I, 

My summer would last all the year. 

3 Content with beholding his face, 

My all to his pleasure resign'd, 
No changes of season or place, 

Would make any change in my mind : 
While bless' d with a sense of his love, 

A palace a toy would appear ; 
And prisons would palaces prove, 

If Jesus would dwell with me there. 

4 Dear Lord, if indeed I am thine, 

If thou art my sun and my song, 
Say wiry do I languish and pine, 

And why are my winters so long 7 
O drive these dark clouds from my sky, 

Thy soul-cheering presence restore ; 
Or take me up to thee on high, 

Where winter and clouds are no more. 

Newton. 

HYMN 327. C. M. 

JEST7S, I love thy precious name, 
'Tis music to mv ear ; 
Fain would I sound it out so loud 
That earth and heaven might hear. 
2 Yes, thou art precious to my soul, 
My transport and my trust ; 



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Jewels to thee are gaudy toys, 
And gold is sordid dust. 

3 All my capacious powers can wish, 

In thee doth richly meet ; 
Nor to my eyes is light so dear, 
Nor friendship half so sweet. 

4 I'll speak the honours of thy name, 

With my last parting hreath ; 
And dying clasp thee in my arms, 
The antidote of death. 

HYMN 328. C. M. 
Sanctification. 

OFOR a heart to praise my God, 
A heart from sin set free ! 
A heart that always feels thy Wood 
So freely shed for me. 

2 A heart resign' d, suhmissive, meek, 

My great Redeemer's throne ; 
Where only Christ is heard to speak, 
Where Jesus reigns alone. 

3 An humble, lowly, contrite heart, 

Believing, true and clean ! 
Which neither life nor death can part 
From him that dwells within. 

4 A heart in every thought renew'd, 

And full of love divine ; 
Perfect, and right, and pure, and good, 
A copy, Lord, of thine. 

5 Thy nature, gracious Lord, impart; 

Come quickly from above ; 
Write thy new name upon my heart, 
Thy new, best name of Love. 
HYMN 329. CM. 

YE glitt'ring toys of earth, adieu ! 
A nobler choice be mine ; 
A real prize attracts my view, 
A treasure all divine. 

2 Begone, unworthy of my cares, 

Ye specious baits of sense ; 
Inestimable worth appears 
The pearl of price immense ! 

3 Jesus, to multitudes unknown, 

name divinely sweet ! 
Jesus in thee, in thee alone, 
Wealth, honour, pleasure meet. 

4 Should both the Indies, at my call, 

Their boasted stores resign, 
With joy I would renounce them all, 
For leave to call thee mine. 
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5 Should earth's vain treasures all depart, 

Of this dear gift possess'd, 
I'd clasp it to my joyful heart, 
And he for ever bless d. 

6 Dear Sovereign of my soul's desires, 

Thy love is bliss divine ; 
Accept the praise thy grace inspires, 
Since I can call thee mine ! 



O 



HYMN 330. C. M. 
THAT I knew the secret place 
Where I might find my God ! 
I'd spread my wants before his face, 
And pour my woes abroad. 

2 I'd tell him how my sins arise, 

What sorrows I sustain ; 
How grace decays, and comfort dies, 
And lives my heart in pain. 

3 He knows what arguments I'd take 

To wrestle with my God ; 
I'd plead for his own mercy's sake, 
And for my Saviour's blood. 

HYMN 331. IV. 3. 

OTHOU, in whose presence my soul takes delight, 
On whom in affliction I call ; 
My comfort by day, and my song in the night, 
My hope, my salvation, my all : 

2 why should I wander an alien from thee, 

Or cry in the desert for bread 1 
Thy foes will rejoice when my sorrows they see, 
And smile at the tears I have shed. 

3 His lips as a fountain of righteousness flow, 

That waters the gardens of grace, 
From which their salvation the Gentiles may know, 
And bask in the smiles of his face. 

4 He looks, and ten thousands of angels rejoice, 

And myriads wait for his word ; 
He speaks, and eternity, fill'd with his voice, 
Re-echoes the praise of the Lord. 

HYMN 332. C. M. 

MY soul would fain indulge a hope 
To reach the heavenly shore; 
And when I drop this dying flesh, 
Then I shall sin no more. 
2 I hope to hear and join the song 
That saints and angels raise ; 
And while eternal ages roll, 
To sing eternal praise. 



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3 But, this dreadful heart of sin ! 

It may deceive me still ; 
And while I look for joys above, 
May plunge me down to hell. 

4 The scene must then for ever close, 

Probation at an end ; 
No gospel grace can reach me there, 
No pardon there descend. 

5 Come, then, O blessed Jesus, come ! 

To me thy Spirit give ; 
Shine through a dark, benighted soul, 
And bid a sinner live. 

HYMN 333. 

VAIN, delusive world, adieu, 
With all of creature good ; 
Only Jesus I'll pursue, 

Who bought me with his blood : 
All thy pleasure I'll forego ; 

I'll trample on thy wealth and pride ; 
Only Jesus will I know, 
And Jesus crucified. 

2 Other knowledge I disdain ; 

'Tis all but vanity : 
Christ, the Lamb of God, was slain, 

He tasted death for me ! 
Me to save from endless wo, 

The sin-atoning victim died ; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified. 

3 Him to know is life and peace, 

And pleasure without end : 
This is all my happiness, 

On Jesus to depend ; 
Daily in his grace to grow, 

And ever to abide ; 
Only Jesus will I know, 

And Jesus crucified ! Toplady. 

HYMN 334. C. M. 

AFFLICTION is a stormy deep, 
Where wave resounds to wave ; 
Though o'er my head the billows sweep, 
I know the Lord can save. 

2 Then why, my soul, why thus depress'd 1 

And why this anxious care ? 
Let former mercies fix thy trust, 
And calm the rising fear. 

3 In the dark watches of the night 

I'll count his mercies o'er; 
I'll praise him for ten thousand past, ] 
And ask him still for more. 



CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 

4 Here will I rest and build my hopes, 
Nor murmur at his rod, 
He's more than all the world to me, 
My Saviour and my God. 

HYMN 335. C. M. 

HOW vain are all things here below, 
How false, and yet how fair ! 
Each pleasure hath its poison too, 
And every sweet a snare. 

2 The brightest things below the sky 

Give but a flatt'ring light ; 
We should suspect some danger nigh, 
Where we possess delight. 

3 Our dearest joys and nearest friends, 

The partners of our blood, 
How they divide our wav'ring minds, 
And leave but half for God ! 

4 The fondness of a creature's love, 

How strong it strikes the sense ! 
Thither the warm affections move, 
Nor can we call them thence. 

5 Dear Saviour, let thy beauties be 

My soul's eternal food ; 
And grace command my heart away 
From all created good. 

HYMN 336. L. M. 

JESUS, my all, to heaven is gone; 
He whom I fix my hopes upon ; 
His track I see, and I'll pursue 
The narrow way till him I view. 

2 The way the holy prophets went, 
The road that leads from banishment; 
The King's highway of holiness 

I'll go, for all his paths are peace. 

3 This is the way I long have sought, 
And mourn'd because I found it not ; 
My grief my burden long has been, 
Because I could not cease from sin. 

4 The more I strove against its power 
I felt its weight and guilt the more ; 
Till late I heard my Saviour say, 

" Come hither, soul, I am the way.'" 

5 Lo ! glad I come ; and tbou, bless' d Lamb, 
Shall take me to thee, whose I am ; 
Nothing but sin have I to give, 
Nothing but love shall I receive. 



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HYMN 337. S. M. 

MY soul, be on thy guard, 
Ten thousand foes arise ; 
And hosts of sin are pressing hard, 
To draw thee from the skies. 

2 watch, and fight, and pray, 

The battle ne'er give oer ; 
Renew it boldly every day, 
And help divine implore. 

3 Ne'er think the victory won, 

Nor once at ease sit down ; 
Thy arduous work will not be done, 
Till thou hast got thy crown. 

HYMN 338. S. M. 

COMMIT thou all thy griefs 
And ways into his hands, 
To his sure trust and tender care, 
Who earth and heaven commands : 

2 Who points the clouds their course, 

Whom winds and seas obey, 
He shall direct thy wandering feet, 
He shall prepare thy way. 

3 Thou on the Lord rely, 

So safe shalt thou go on ; 
Fix on his work thy steadfast eye, 
So shall thy work be done. 

4 No profit canst thou gain 

By self-consuming care ; 
To him commend thy cause, his ear 
Attends thy feeblest prayer. 

5 Father, thy knowledge deep 

And high — thy ceaseless love, — 
Sees all thy children's wants, and knows 
What best for each will prove. 

HYMN 339. C. M. 

COURAGE, my soul, thy bitter cross, 
In every trial here, 
Shall bear thee to thy heaven above, 

But shall not enter there. 
The sighing ones that humbly seek, 

In sorrowing paths below, 
Shall in eternity rejoice, 
Where endless comforts flow. 
2 Soon will the toilsome strife be o'er 
Of sublunary care, 
And life's dull vanities no more 
This anxious breast ensnare. 



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Courage, my soul, on God rely, 
Deliv'rance soon will come, 

A thousand ways has Providence, 
To bring believers home. 

3 E'er first I drew this vital breath, 

From nature's prison tree, 
Crosses in number, measure, weight, 

Were written, Lord, for me ; 
But thou, my shepherd, friend, and guide, 

Hast led me kindly on, 
Taught me to rest my fainting head 

On Christ, the corner-stone. 

4 So comforted and so sustain'd, 

With dark events I strove, 
And found, when rightly understood, 

All messengers of love ; 
With silence, and submissive awe, 

Adored a chast'ning God, 
Revered the terrors of his law, 

And humbly kiss'd the rod. 

HYMN 340. C. M. 

LORD, I believe a rest remains 
To all thy people known ; 
A rest where pure enjoyment reigns, 
And thou art loved alone : 

2 A rest, where all our soul's desire 

Is fix'd on things above, 
Where fear, and sin, and grief expire, 
Cast out by perfect love. 

3 that I now the rest might know, 

Believe and enter in ! 
Now, Saviour, now the power bestow, 
And let me cease from sin ! 

4 Remove this hardness from my heart, 

This unbelief remove : 
To me the rest of faith impart, 
The sabbath of thy love. 

5 I would be thine, thou know'st I would, 

And have thee all my own ; 
Thee, my all-sufficient good ! 
I want, and thee alone. 

6 Thy name to me, thy nature grant ! 

This, only this, be given : 
Nothing besides my God I want; 
Nothing in earth or heaven. 

7 Come, my Saviour, come away, 

Into my soul descend ; 
No longer from thy creature stay, 
My author and my end. 



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8 The bliss thou hast for me prepared, 

No longer be delay' d, 
Come, my exceeding great reward, 
For whom I first was made. 

9 Come, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

And seal me thine abode ; 
Let all I am in thee be lost ; 
Let all be lost in God. 

HYMN 341. CM. 

FOR ever here my rest shall be, 
Close to thy bleeding side ; 
This all my hope, and all my plea, 
For me the Saviour died. 

2 My dying Saviour, and my God, 

Fountain for guilt and sin, 
Sprinkle me ever with thy blood, 
And cleanse, and keep me clean. 

3 Wash me, and make me thus thine own ; 

Wash me, and mine thou art : 
Wash me, but not my feet alone, 
My hands, my head, my heart. 

4 Th' atonement of thy blood apply, 

Till faith to sight improve : 
Till hope in full fruition die, 
And all my soul be love. 

HYMN 342. C. M. 

HOW sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
In a believer's ear ; 
It soothes his sorrows, heals his wounds, 
And drives away his fears. 

2 It makes the wounded spirit whole, 

It calms the troubled breast, 
'Tis manna to the hungry soul, 
And to the weary, rest. 

3 Dear name, the rock on which I build, 

My shield and hiding place, 
My never-failing treasury, filled 
With boundless stores of grace. 

4 By thee my prayers acceptance gain, 

Although with sin defiled ; 
Satan accuses me in vain, 
And I am own'd a child. 

5 Jesus, my shepherd, guardian, friend, 

My prophet, priest, and king, 
My Lord, my life, my way, my end, 
Accept the praise I bring. 

6 Weak is the effort of my heart, 

And cold my warmest thought, 



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But when I see thee as thou art, 
I'll praise thee as I ought. 
7 Till then I would thy love proclaim 
With every fleeting breath, 
And may the music of thy name 
Refresh my soul in death. Newton. 

HYMN 343. C. M. 

FIERCE passions discompose the mind, 
As tempests vex the sea, 
But calm content and peace we find, 
When, Lord, we turn to thee. 

2 In vain, hy reason, or by rule, 

We try to bend the will, 
For none but in the Saviour's school 
Can learn the sacred skill. 

3 Since at his feet my soul has sat, 

His gracious words to hear, 
Contented with my present lot, 
I cast on him my care. 

4 "Art thou a sinner soul?" he said ; 

" Then how canst thou complain ? 
How light thy troubles here, if weighed 
With everlasting pain ! 

5 " If thou of murmuring would'st be cured, 

Compare thy lot with mine ; 
Think what my love for thee endured, 
And thou wilt not repine. 

6 " 'Tis I appoint thy daily lot, 

And I do all things well ; 
Thou soon shalt leave this wretched spot, 
And rise with me to dwell. 

7 " Through life my grace shall strength supply, 

Proportion'd to thy day ; 
At death thou still shalt find me nigh, 
To wipe thy tears away." 

8 Thus I, who once my wretched days 

In vain repinings spent, 
Taught in my Saviour's school of grace, 
Have learn'd to be content. 

HYMN 344. III. 1. 

Recovery from Backsliding. 

DEPTH of mercy, can there be 
Mercy still reserved for me 1 
Can my God his wrath forbear? 
Me, the chief of sinners, spare 1 
2 I have long withstood his grace, 
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Would not hearken to his calls, 
Grieved him by a thousand falls. 

3 Kindled his relentings are, 
Me he now delights to spare ; 
Cries, " How shall I give thee up 1" 
Lets the lifted thunder drop. 

4 There for me the Saviour stands. 

Shows his wounds, and spreads his hands : 
God is love ! I know, I feel, 
Jesus weeps and loves me still. 

5 Jesus, answer from above — 
Is not all thy nature love 1 

Wilt thou then the wrong forget? 
Suffer me to kiss thy feet! 

6 Now incline me to repent ! 
Let me now my fall lament ! 
Now my foul revolt deplore, 
Weep, believe, and sin no more. 

HYMN 345. 

MY faith looks up to thee, 
Thou Lamb of Calvary ! 
Saviour divine ! 
Now hear me, while I pray, % 

Take all my guilt away, 
Oh ! let me, from this day, 
Be wholly thine. 

2 May thy rich grace impart 
Strength to my fainting heart, 

My zeal inspire ; 
As thou hast died for me, 
Oh ! may my love to thee, 
Pure, warm, and changeless be, — 

A living fire. 

3 While life's dark maze I tread, 
And griefs around me spread, 

Be thou my guide : 
Bid darkness turn to day, 
Wipe sorrow's tears away, 
Nor let me ever stray 

From thee aside. 

4 When ends life's transient dream, 
When death's cold, sullen stream 

Shall o'er me roll, 
Blest Saviour ! then, in love, 
Fear and distrust remove ; 
Oh ! bear me safe above, — 

A ransom' d soul. 
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HYMN 346. C. M. 

Love to Christ. 

\0 not I love thee, my Lord] 
Behold my heart, and see ; 
And turn each hateful idol out, 



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That dares to rival thee. 

2 Do not I love thee, from my soul? 

Then let me nothing love : 
Dead he my heart to every joy 
Which thou dost not approve. 

3 Is not thy name melodious still 

To mine attentive ear ? 
Doth not each pulse with pleasure heat 
My Saviour's voice to hear? 

4 Hast thou a lamb in all thy flock, 

I would disdain to feed? 
Hast thou a foe before whose face 
I fear thy cause to plead ? 

5 Would not my heart pour forth its blood, 

In honour of thy name, 
And challenge the cold hand of death, 
To damp th' immortal flame ? 

6 Thou knowest I love thee, dearest Lord, 

But Oh ! I long to soar 
Far from the sphere of mortal joys, 
That I may love thee more. 

HYMN 347. C. M. 

FROM pole to pole let others roam, 
And search in vain for bliss ; 
My soul is satisfied at home, 
The Lord my portion is. 

2 Jesus, who, on his glorious throne, 

Rules heaven, and earth, and sea, 
Is pleas'd to claim me for his own, 
And give himself to me. 

3 His person fixes all my love, 

His blood removes my fear ; 
And while he pleads for me above 
His arm preserves me here. 

4 His word of promise is my food, 

His spirit is my guide ; 
Thus daily is my strength renew' d, 
And all my wants supplied. 

5 For him I count as gam each loss, 

Disgrace, for him, renown ; 
Well may I glory in my cross, 
While he prepares my crown. 



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HYMN 343. L. M. 

BY faith in Christ I walk with God, 
With heaven, my iourney's end in view ; 
Supported by his staff and rod, 
My road is safe and pleasant too. 

2 I travel through a desert wide, 

Where many round me blindly stray ; 
But he vouchsafes to be my guide, 
And will not let me miss my way. 

3 Though snares and dangers throng my path, 

And earth and hell my course withstand, 
I triumph over all by faith, 
Guarded by his almighty hand. 

4 The wilderness affords no food, 

But God for my support prepares, 
Provides me every needful good, 
And frees my soul from want and cares. 

5 With him sweet converse I maintain, 

Great as he is, I dare be free ; 

I tell him all my grief and pain, 

And he reveals his love to me. 

HYMN 349. III. 1. 

PEOPLE of the living God, 
I have sought the world around, 
Paths of sin and sorrow trod, 

Peace and comfort nowhere found : 
Now to you my spirit turns, 

Turns a fugitive unblest, 
Brethren, where your altar burns, 
receive me into rest. 

2 Lonely I no longer roam, 

Like the cloud, the wind, the wave ; 
Where you dwell shall be my home, 

Where you die shall be my grave : 
Mine the God whom you adore, 

Your Redeemer shall be mine ; 
Earth can fill my soul no more, 

Every idol I resign. 

3 Tell me not of gain or loss, 

Ease, enjoyment, pomp, and power ; 
Welcome poverty and cross, 

Shame, reproach, affliction's power ;, 
" Follow me !" I know thy voice ; 

Jesus, Lord, thy steps I see ; 
Now I take thy yoke by choice, 

Lighf s thy burden now to me. 

HYMN 350. III. 3. 

SWEET the moments, rich in blessing, 
Which before the cross I spend ; 



172 CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE. 

Life, and health, and peace possessing, 

From the sinner's dying Friend. 
Love and grief my heart dividing, 

With my tears his feet I'll bathe ; 
Constant still in faith abiding, 

Life deriving from his death. 
2 Here it is I find my heaven, 

While upon the Lamb I gaze ; 
Here I see my sins forgiven, 

Lost in wonder, love, and praise. 
May I still enjoy this feeling, 

In all need to Jesus go ; 
Prove his blood each day more healing, 

And himself more deeply known. 

HYMN 351. L. M. 

AND be it so, that till this hour 
We never knew what faith has meant; 
Deceived by sin and satan's power, 
Have never felt these hearts relent. 

2 What shall we do 1 Shall we lie down, 

Sink in despair, and groan, and die? 
And rest beneath the Almighty's frown, 
Nor glance one cheerful hope on high 1 

3 Forbid it, Saviour ! To thy grace, 

As sinners, strangers, now we come ! 
Among thy saints we ask a place, 
For in thy mercy there is room. 

4 Lord, we believe. O chase away 

The gloomy clouds of unbelief. 
Lord, we repent. let thy ray 
Dissolve our hearts in sacred grief. 

5 Now spread the banner of thy love, 

And let us know that we are thine ; 
Cheer us with blessings from above, 
With all the joys of hope divine. Simeon. 

HYMN 352. L. M. 
The Soul athirst for Ood. 

I THIRST, but not as once I did, 
The vain delights of earth to snare ; 
Thy wounds, Immanuel, all forbid 
That I should seek my pleasure there. 

2 It was the sight of thy dear cross, 

First wean'd my soul from earthly things ; 
And taught me to esteem as dross 
The mirth of fools and pomp of kings. 

3 I want that grace tbat springs from Thee, 

That quickens all things where it flows, 
And makes a wretched thorn like me, 
Bloom as the myrtle, or the rose. 



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4 For sure, of all the plants that share 
The notice of thy Father's eye, 
None proves less grateful to his care, 
Or yields him meaner fruit than I. 

HYMN 353. L. M. 

JESUS, thy heavenly grace impart, 
And fix my frail, inconstant heart, 
That so my chief desire may be 
To dedicate myself to thee. 

2 Whate'er pursuits my time employ, 
Grant that this thought may give me joy : 
Thou, Lord, hast apprehended me, 
And turn'd my wayward heart to thee. 

3 Renouncing every worldly thing, 
Beneath the covert of thy wing, 
May this my constant feeling be, 
That all I want I find in thee. 

VIII. PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION, 

HYMN 354. L. M. 

[OW let our souls, on wings sublime, 

I Rise from the vanities of time, 
Draw back the parting veil, and see 
The glories of eternity. 

2 Born by a new, celestial birth, 
Why should we grovel here on earth! 
Why grasp at transitory toys, 
So near to heaven's eternal joys? 

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road, 
When we are walking back to God? 
For strangers, into life we come, 
And dying is but going home. 

4 Welcome sweet hour of full discharge, 
That sets our longing souls at large ; 
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell, 
And gives us with our God to dwell. 

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love, 
Is the full heaven enjoy'd above ; 
And the sweet expectation now, 
Is the young dawn of heaven below. 

HYMN 355. C. M. 

YE golden lamps of heaven, farewell, 
With all your feeble light; 
Farewell, thou ever-changing moon, 
Pale empress of the night ; 
2 And thou, refulgent orb of day, 
In brighter flames array'd, 
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174 PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION. 

My soul, that springs beyond thy sphere, 
No more demands thy aid. 

3 Ye stars are but the shining dust 

Of my divine abode ; 
The pavement of those heavenly courts, 
Where I shall see my God. 

4 The Father of eternal light 

Shall there his beams display ; 
Nor shall one moment's darkness ttijy 
With that unvaried day. 

5 No more the drops of piercing grief 

Shall swell into my eyes ; 
Nor the meridian sun decline 
Amidst those brighter skies. 

6 There all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view. 
With infinite delight. 

HYMN 356. C. M. 

PLUNGED in a gulf of dark despair, 
We wretched sinners lay, 
Without one cheering beam of hope, 
Or spark of glimm'ring day. 

2 With pitying eyes the Prince of grace 

Beheld our helpless grief; 
He saw, and (0, amazing love !) 
He ran to our relief. 

3 Down from the shining seats above, 

With joyful haste he fled ; 
Enter d the grave in mortal flesh, 
And dwelt among the dead. 

4 0, for this love let rocks and hills 

Their lasting silence break ! 
And all harmonious human tongues 
The Saviour's praises speak. 

5 Angels, assist our mighty joys, 

Strike all your harps of gold ; 
But when you raise your highest notes, 
His love can ne'er be told ! 

HYMN 357. S. M. 

AWAKE, and sing the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb; 
Wake every heart and every tongue, 
To praise the Saviour's name. 
2 Sing of his dying love ; 
Sing of his rising power: 
Sing how he intercedes above, 
For those whose sins he bore. 



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3 Sing, till we feel our heart 

Ascending with our tongue ; 

Sing, till the love of sin depart, 

And grace inspire our song. 

4 Sing on your heavenly way, 

Ye ransom'd sinners, sing ; 

Sing on, rejoicing every day, 

In Christ, th' eternal King. 

5 Soon shall we hear him say, 

" Ye blessed children, come :" 

Soon will he call us hence away, 

And take his wanderers home. 

6 Soon shall our raptured tongue 

His endless praise proclaim ; 
And sweeter voices tune the song 
Of Moses and the Lamb. 

HYMN 35S. C. M. 

ALL hail the power of Jesus' name ! 
Let angels prostrate fall; 
Bring forth the royal diadem, 
And crown him — Lord of alL 

2 Crown him ye martyrs of our God, 

Who from his altar call ; 
Extol the stem of Jesse's rod, 
And crown him — Lord of all. 

3 Hail him, ye heirs of David's line, 

Whom David, Lord did call; 

The God incarnate ! man divine ! 

And crown him — Lord of all. 

4 Ye chosen seed of Israel's race, 

Ye ransom'd from the fall, 
Hail him, who saves you by his grace, 
And crown him — Lord of all. 

5 Sinners, whose love can ne'er forget 

The wormwood and the gall, 
Go, spread your trophies at his feet, 
And crown him — Lord of all. 

6 Let every kindred, every tribe 

On this terrestrial ball, 
To him all majesty ascribe, 
And crown him — Lord of all. 

HYMN 359. L. M. 
"1T7*H AT sinners value I resign ; 
V V Lord, 'tis enough that thou art mine ; 
I shall behold thy blissful face, 
And stand complete in righteousness. 
2 This life's a dream, an empty show : 
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176 PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION. 

Hath joys substantial and sincere ; 
When shall I wake and find me there 1 

3 glorious hour ! blest abode ! 
I shall be near and like my God, 
And flesh and sense no more control 
The sacred pleasures of the soul. 

4 My flesh shall slumber in the ground 
Till the last trumpet's joyful sound, 
Then burst the chains with sweet surprise, 
And in my Saviour's image rise. 

HYMN 360. CM. 

THERE is a house not made with hands, 
Eternal and on high ; 
And here my spirit waiting stands, 
Till God shall bid it fly. 

2 Shortly this prison of my clay 

Must be dissolved, and fall ; 

Then, O my soul, with joy obey 

Thy heavenly Father's call. 

3 'Tis he, by his almighty grace, 

That forms thee fit for heaven, 
And, as an earnest of the place, 
Has his own Spirit given. 

4 We walk by faith of joys to come, 

Faith lies upon his word ; 
But while the body is our home, 
We're absent from the Lord. 

5 'Tis pleasant to believe thy grace, 

But we had rather see ; 
We would be absent from the flesh, 
And present, Lord, with thee. 

HYMN 361. C. M. 

AMAZING grace ! (how sweet the sound!) 
That saved a wretch like me ! 
I once was lost, but now am found, 
Was blind, but now I see. 

2 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, 

And grace my fears relieved ; 
How precious did that grace appear, 
The hour I first believed. 

3 Through many dangers, toils, and snares, 

I have already come ; 
'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, 
And grace will lead me home. 

4 The Lord has promised good to me, 

His word my hope secures ; 
He will my shield and portion be, 
As long "as life endures. 



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5 Yes, when this heart and flesh shall fail, 

And mortal life shall cease, 
I shall possess within the veil, 
A life of joy and peace. 

6 The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, 

The sun forbear to shine ; 
But God, who called me here below, 
Will be for ever mine. Newton. 

HYMN 362. CM. 

OGOD ! our help in ages past, 
Our hope for years to come, 
Our shelter from the stormy blast, 
And our eternal home — 

2 Under the shadow of thy throne 

Thy saints have dwelt secure ; 
Sufficient is thine arm alone, 
And our defence is sure. 

3 Before the hills in order stood, 

Or earth received her frame, 

From everlasting thou art God, 

To endless years the same. 

4 A thousand ages in thy sight 

Are like an evening gone, 
Short as the watch that ends the night, 
Before the rising sun. 

5 God ] our help in ages past, 

Our hope for years to come, 
Be thou our guard while life shall last, 
And our eternal home. 

HYMN 363. CM. 

INFINITE excellence is thine, 
Thou lovely Prince of grace ; 
Thy uncreated beauties shine 
With never-fading rays. 

2 Sinners, from earth's remotest end, 

Come bending at thy feet ; 
To thee their prayers and praise ascend, 
In thee their wishes meet. 

3 Millions of happy spirits live 

On thy exhaustless store ; 
From thee they all their bliss receive, 
And still thou givest more. 

4 Thou art their triumph and their joy ; 

They find their all in thee : 
Thy glories will their tongues employ 
Through all eternity. 

5 When shall the day, dear Lord, appear 

That I shall mount on high, 



178 PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION. 

And view thy matchless heauties there 

With never-ceasing joy 1 
6 Angels shall listen to my song, 

And seraphs join the praise ; 
For none amongst the happy throng 

Shall louder triumphs raise. 

HYMN 364. L. M. 
The Believer's safety. 

THAT man no guard nor weapon needs, 
Whose heart the hlood of Jesus knows; 
But safe may pass, when duty leads, 
Through hurning sands, or mountain snows 

2 Released from guilt, he feels no fear, 

Redemption is his shield and tower ; 
He sees his Saviour always near, 
To help in every trying hour. 

3 His love possessing, I am hlest ; 

Secure, whatever change may come, 
Whether I go to east or west, 
With Him I still shall he at home. 

4 If placed heneath the northern pole, 

Though winter reigns with rigour there, 

His gracious beams would cheer my soul, 

And make a spring throughout the year. 

5 Or if the desert's sun-burnt soil 

My lonely dwelling e'er should prove, 
His presence would support my toil, 
Whose smile is life, whose voice is love. 

HYMN 365. L. M. 

LET thoughtless thousands choose the road 
That leads the soul away from God ; 
This happiness, dear Lord, be mine, 
To live and die entirely thine. 

2 On Christ, by faith, my soul would live, 
From him my life, my all receive ; 

To him devote my fleeting hours, 
Serve him alone with all my pow'rs. 

3 Christ is my everlasting all, 
To him I look, on him I call ; 
He will my every want supply, 
In time and through eternity. 

4 Soon will the Lord, my life, appear; 
Soon shall I end my trials here ; 
Leave sin and sorrow, death and pain : 
To live is Christ — to die is gain. 

5 Soon will the saints in glory meet — 
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And sing on every blissful plain, 
To live fs Christ — to die is gain ! 

HYMN 366. L. M. 

WHAT thousands never knew the road ! 
What thousands hate it when 'tis known! 
None but the chosen tribes of God, 
Will seek or choose it for their own. 

2 A thousand ways in ruin end, 

One only leads to joys on high ; 
By that my willing steps ascend, 
Pleas' d with a journey to the sky. 

3 No more I ask or hope to find 

Delight or happiness below ; 
Sorrow may well possess the mind, 
That feeds where thorns and thistles grow. 

4 The joy that fades is not for me, 

I seek immortal joys above ; 
There glory, without end, shall be 
The bright reward of faith and love. 

HYMN 367. L.M. 

HE lives ! the great Redeemer lives ! 
What joy the blest assurance gives ! 
And now, before his Father, God, 
Pleads the full merits of his blood. 

2 Repeated crimes awake our fears, 

And justice, armed with frowns, appears; 
But in the Saviour's lovely face, 
Sweet mercy smiles, and all is peace. 

3 In every dark, distrustful hour, 
When sin and Satan join their power, 
Let this dear hope repel the dart — 
That Jesus bears us on his heart. 

4 Great Advocate, almighty Friend ! 
On thee our humble hopes depend : 
Our cause can never, never fail, 
For Jesus pleads, and must prevail. 

HYMN 368. C. M. 

CHRIST is the sure foundation stone, 
Which God in Zion lays, 
To build our heavenly hopes upon, 
And his eternal praise. 

2 Chosen of God, to sinners dear, 

His saints adore his name ; 
They rest their whole salvation here, 
Nor shall they suffer shame. 

3 The scribe, the Pharisee, and priest, 

Reject him with disdain ; 



180 PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION. 

Yet on this Rock the church shall rest, 

And envy rage in vain. 
4 What though the gates of hell withstood, 

Yet must this building rise ; 
'Tis thine own work, almighty God, 

And wond'rous in our eyes. 

HYMN 369. C. M. 

JERUSALEM, my happy home, 
My soul still longs for thee ; 
When will my sorrows have an end, 
Thy joys, when shall I see 1 

2 When shall these eyes thy heav'n built walls 

And pearly gates behold 1 
Thy bulwarks with salvation strong 
And streets of shining gold 1 

3 Why should I shrink at pain or wo, 

Or feel at death dismay ? 

Jerusalem I soon shall view 

In realms of endless day. 

4 Reach down, Lord, thine arm of grace, 

And cause me to ascend, 
Where congregations ne'er break up, 
And sabbaths never end. 

5 There happier bowers than Eden bloom, 

Nor sin, nor sorrow know, 
Bless* d seats! through rude and stormy scenes 
I onward press to you. 

6 Redeemed saints and angels there 

Around my Saviour stand, 
And soon, my friends in Christ below, 
Will join the glorious band. 

7 When we've been there ten thousand years, 

Bright shining as the sun, 
We've no less days to sing God's praise, 
Than when we first begun. 

Montgomery's Collection. 

HYMN 370. III. 1. 

BURST, ye emerald gates, and bring 
To my raptured vision, 
All the ecstatic joys that spring 

Round the bright elysian : 
Lo ! we lift our longing eyes, 
Break, ye intervening skies ! 
Son of Righteousness, arise! 
Ope the gates of Paradise. 

2 Floods of everlasting: light 
Freely roll before him ; 
Myriads with supreme delight 
Instantly adore him. 



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Angel trumps resound his fame ; 
Harps of brightest gold proclaim 
All the music of his name, 
Heaven echoing the theme. 

3 See th' adoring elders rise 

From their princely station ; 
Shout his glorious victories, 

Sing his great salvation. 
Cast their crowns before the throne, 
Cry in reverential tone, 
Glory be to God alone, 
Holy, holy, holy One ! 



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HYMN 371. II. 3. 
OW I have found the ground wherein 



Sure my soul's anchor may remain; 
The wounds of Jesus, for my sin 

Before the world's foundations slain; 
Whose mercy shall unshaken stay, 
When heaven and earth are fled away. 

2 Father, thine everlasting grace 

Our scanty thought surpasses far ; 
Thy heart still melts with tenderness, 

Thy arms of love still open are 
Returning sinners to receive, 
That mercy they may taste, and live. 

3 love, thou bottomless abyss ! 

My sins are swallow" d up in thee ; 
Cover'd is my unrighteousness; 

Nor spot of guilt remains on me, 
While Jesus' blood, through earth and skies, 
Mercy, free, boundless mercy, cries. 

4 By faith, I plunge me in this sea, - 

Here is my hope, my joy, my rest; 
Hither, when hell assails, I flee ; 

I look into my Saviour's breast — 
Away, sad doubt and anxious fear, 
Mercy is all thafs written there. 

5 Though waves and storms go o'er my head, 

Though strength, and health, and friends be gone, 
Though joys be wither'd all and dead, 

Though every comfort be withdrawn, 
On this my steadfast soul relies : 
Father, thy mercy never dies. 

6 Fix'd on this ground will I remain, 

Though my heart fail, and flesh decay; 
This anchor shall my soul sustain, 

When earth's foundations melt away ; 
Mercy's full power I then shall prove, 
Loved with an everlasting love. 
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HYMN 372. II. 4. 

HAIL, everlasting Spring! 
Celestial Fountain, hail ! 
Thy streams salvation bring, 
Thy waters never fail : 
Still they endure, 
And still they flow, 
For all our wo 
A sovereign cure. 

2 Bless' d he his wounded side, 

And bless'd his bleeding heart, 
Who all in anguish died 
Such favours to impart : 
His sacred blood 
Shall make us clean 
From ev'ry sin, 
And fit for God. 

3 To that dear Source of love, 

Our souls this day would come; 
And thither from above, 
Lord, call the nations home ; 
Till Jew and Greek, 
With rapt'rous songs 
On all their tongues, 
Thy praise shall speak. 

HYMN 373. II. 1. 
GLORIOUS hope of perfect love ! 
It lifts me up to things above ; 
It bears on eagles' wings ; 
It gives my ravish'd soul a taste, 
And makes me for some moments feast 
With angels, priests, and kings. 

2 Rejoicing now in earnest hope 
I stand, and from the mountain top 

See all the land below : 
Rivers of milk and honey rise, 
And all the fruits of Paradise 

In endless plenty grow : 

3 A land of corn, and wine, and oil, 
Favourd with God's peculiar smile, 

With evry blessing bless'd ; 
There dwells the Lord our righteousness, 
And keeps his own in perfect peace 

And everlasting rest. 

4 that I might at once go up ! 
No more on this side Jordan stop, 

But now the land possess ; 
This moment end my legal years ; 
Sorrows, and sins, and doubts, and fears, 

A howling wilderness. 



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5 Now, my Joshua, bring me in ! 
Cast out thy foes, the inbred sin, 

The carnal mind remove ; 
The purchase of thy death divide, 
And, ! with all the sanctified, 

Give me my God to love. 

HYMN 374. II. 3. 

O JESUS, source of calm repose, 
Thy like nor man nor angel knows, 
Fairest among ten thousand fair : 
E'en those whom death's sad fetters bound, 
Whom thickest darkness compassd round, 
Find light and life if thou appear. 

2 Effulgence of the light divine, 
Ere rolling planets knew to shine, 

Ere time its ceaseless course began : 
Thou, when th' appointed hour was come, 
Didst not abhor the virgin's womb, 

But God with God, was man with man. 

3 The world, sin, death, oppose in vain; 
Thou, by thy dying, death hast slain, 

My great Delivrer and my God ! 
In vain does the old Dragon rage, 
In vain all hell its powers engage ; 

None can withstand thy conq'ring blood. 

HYMN 375. 

HOW happy are they 
Who their Saviour obey, 
And have laid up their treasures above; 
O, what tongue can express 
The sweet comfort and peace 
Of a soul in its earliest love ! 

2 That comfort was mine 
When thy favour divine 

I first found in the blood of the Lamb, 

When my heart it believed, 

What a joy I received, 
What a heaven in Jesus's name : 

3 'Twas a heaven below 
My Redeemer to know : 

The angels could do nothing more 

Than to fall at his feet, 

And the story repeat, 
And the lover of sinners adore. 

4 Jesus, all the day long, 
Was my joy and my song, 

O that all his salvation might see; 

He hath loved me, I cried, 

He hath sufferd and died. 
To redeem such a rebel as me. 



184 PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION. 

5 On the wings of his love, 
I was carried above 

All sin. and temptation, and pain ; 

And I could not believe 

That I ever should grieve, 
That I ever should suffer again. 

6 O, the rapturous height 
Of that holy delight 

Which is found in his life-giving blood ! 

Of a Saviour possess' d, 

We are perfectly blest, 
As if fill' d with the fulness of God. 

HYMN 376. III. 5. 

HARK ! the voice of love and mercy 
Sounds aloud from Calvary; 
See, it rends the rocks asunder, 
Shakes the earth and veils the sky ! 

"It is finish'd!" 
Hear the dying Saviour cry. 

2 It is finished ! — what pleasure 

Do these precious words afford ! 
Heavenly blessings, without measure, 
Flow to us from Christ the Lord. 

It is finished ! 
Saints, the dying words record. 

3 Finish'd — all the types and shadows 

Of the ceremonial law ; 
Finish'd all that God had promised ; 
Death and hell no more shall awe: 

It is finish'd ! 
Saints, from hence 3^our comforts draw. 

4 Tune your harps anew, ye seraphs, 

Join to sing the pleasing theme ; 
All on earth, and all in heaven, 
Join to praise Immanuel's name : 

Hallelujah ! 
Glory to the bleeding Lamb ! 

HYMN 377. IV. 3. 
>Y Faith we are come, 
To our permanent home, 
By Hope we the rapture improve ; 
By Love we still rise, 
And look down on the skies, 
For the heaven of heavens is love. 



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2 What a rapturous song, 
When the glorified throng 

In the spirit of harmony join : 
Join all the glad choirs, 
Hearts, voices, and lyres ; 

And the burden is — mercy divine. 



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3 Hallelujah, they cry, 

To the King of the sky, 
To the great everlasting I AM ; 

To the Lamb that was slain, 

And liveth again : 
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb. 

HYMN 378. 

FROM Egypt lately come, 
Where death ana darkness reign, 
We seek our new, our better home, 
Where we our rest shall gain : 

Hallelujah ! 
We are on our way to God. 

2 There sin and sorrow cease, 

And every conflict's o'er ; 
There we snail dwell in endless peace, 
And never hunger more : 

Hallelujah ! 
We are on our way to God. 

3 There, in celestial strains, 

Enraptured myriads sing.; 
There love in every bosom reigns, 
For God himself is King : 

Hallelujah ! 
We are on our way to God. 

4 We soon shall join the throng, 

Their sacred pleasures share, 

And sing the everlasting song, 

With all the ransom'd there : 

Hallelujah ! 
We are on our way to God. 

HYMN 379. III. 5. 

LET us love, and sing, and wonder ; 
Let us praise the Saviour's name : 
He has hush'd the law's loud thunder, 

He has quench' d Mount Sinai's flame; 
He has wash'd us with his blood, 
He has brought us nigh to God. 

2 Let us love the Lord who bought us, 

Dying for our rebel race ; 
Call'd us by his Word, and taught us 

By the Spirit of his grace : 
He has wash'd us with Ms blood, 
He presents our souls to God. 

3 Let us sing, though fierce temptation 

Threaten hard to bear us down ; 
For the Lord, our strong salvation, 

Holds in view the conq'ror's crown: 
He who wash'd us with his blood, 
Soon will brins: us home to God. 
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4 Let us praise, and join the chorus 
Of his saints enthroned on high ; 

Here, they trusted him hefore us, 
Now their praises fill the sky : — 

" Thou hast wash'd us with thy hlood ; 

Thou art worthy, Lamb of God ! : ' 

IX. MISSIONS. 
HYMN 380. S. M. 

JESUS, the Conqueror, reigns, 
In glorious strength array'd ; 
His kingdom over all maintains, 

And bids the earth be glad ! 
Ye sons of men, rejoice 

In Jesus' mighty love ; 
Lift up your heart, lift up your voice, 
To him who rules above. 

2 Extol his kingly power, 

Kiss the exalted Son, 
Who died, and lives to die no more, 

High on his Father's throne : 
Our Advocate with God, 

He undertakes our cause, 
And spreads through all the earth abroad 

The victory of his cross. 

3 The world cannot withstand 

Its ancient Conqueror; 
The world must sink beneath the hand 

Which arms us for the war : 
This is the victory, 

Before our faith they fall; 
Jesus hath died for you and me : 

Believe, and conquer all ! 

HYMN 381. L. M. 

MARK'D as the purpose of the skies, 
This promise meets our anxious eyes, 
That heathen lands the Lord shall know, 
And warm with faith, each bosom glow. 

2 E'en now the hallow' d scenes appear ; 
E'en now unfolds the promised year ; 
Lo! distant shores thy heralds trace, 
And swell the tidings of thy grace. 

3 'Mid burning climes and frozen plains, 
Where Pagan darkness brooding reigns, 
mark their steps, their fears subdue, 
And nerve their arm and clear their view. 

4 When, worn by toil, their spirits fail, 
Bid them the glorious future hail ; 
Bid them the crown of life surrey, 
And onward urge in faith their way. 



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5 Lord! amid this gloomy night, 
Appear to bless our aching sight ; 
Turn thou our darkness into day ; 
Let every nation own thy sway. 

HYMN 382. III. 1. 

HARK ! the song of .jubilee, 
Loud, as mighty thunders roar; 
Or the fulness of the sea, 
When it breaks upon the shore. 

2 Hallelujah ! for the Lord 

God Omnipotent shall reign : 
Hallelujah ! let the word 
Echo round the earth and main. 

3 See Jehovah's banners furl'd, 

Sheath' d his sword : he speaks — 'tis done : 
And the kingdoms of this world 
Are the kingdoms of his Son. 

4 He shall reign from pole to pole, 

With illimitable sway ; 
He shall reign when like a scroll 
Yonder heavens have pass'd away. 

5 Then the end : beneath his rod 

Man's last enemy shall fall : 
Hallelujah ! Christ in God, 
God in Christ, is all in all. 

HYMN 383. III. 1. 

WATCHMAN ! tell us of the night, 
What its signs of promise are ! 
Traveller ! o'er yon mountain's height 

See that glory-beaming star ! 
Watchman ! does its beauteous ray 

Aught of hope or joy foretell] 
Traveller ! yes : it brings the day, — 
Promised day of Israel ! 

2 Watchman! tell us of the night; 

Higher yet that star ascends. 
Traveller ! blessedness and light, 

Peace and truth, its course portends. 
Watchman ! will its beams alone 

Gild the spot that save them birth'! 
Traveller ! ages are its own : 

See, it bursts o'er all the earth. 

3 Watchman ! tell us of the night, 

For the morning seems to dawn ; 
Traveller ! darkness takes its flight, 

Doubt and terror are withdrawn. 
Watchman ! let thy wand' ring cease ; 

Haste thee to thy quiet home. 
Traveller ! lo ! the Prince of peace, 

Lo ! the Son of God is come ! 



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X. DEATH. 
HYMN 384. S. M. 

AND am I born to die 1 
To lay this body down, 
And must my trembling spirit fly 

Into a world unknown ; 
A land of deepest shade, 

Unpierced by human thought, 
The dreary regions of the dead, 
Where all things are forgot 1 

2 Soon as from earth I go, 

What will become of me 1 
Eternal happiness or wo, 

Must then my portion be. 
Waked by the trumpet's sound, 

I from my erave shall rise ; 
And see the Judge with glory crown'd, 

And see the flaming skies. 

3 How shall I leave my tomb 1 

With triumph, or regret 1 
A fearful, or a joyful doom, 

A curse, or blessing meet ? 
Will angel bands convey 

Their brother to the bar, 
Or devils drag my soul away. 

To meet its sentence there 1 

4 Who can resolve the doubt 

That tears my anxious breast? 
Shall I be with the damn'd cast out, 

Or number'd with the blest] 
I must from God be driven, 

Or with my Saviour dwell; 
Must come at his command to heaven, 

Or else depart to hell. 

HYMN 3S5. S. M. 
The House appointed for all Living. 

HOW swift the torrent rolls, 
That hastens to the sea ! 
How strong the tide that bears our souls 
On to eternity ! 

2 Our fathers, where are they ? 

With all they call'd their own, 
Their joys, and griefs, and hopes, and cares, 
\ And wealth, and honour gone ! 

3 There, where the fathers lie. 

Must all the children dwell : 



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Nor other heritage possess, 
But such a gloomy cell. 
4 God of our fathers, hear. 
Thou everlasting Friend ! 
While we, on life's extremest verge, 
Our souls to thee commend. 

HYMN 386. C. M. 

THEE we adore, Eternal Name, 
And humbly own to thee, 
How feeble is our mortal frame, 
What dying worms are we ! 

2 Our wasting lives grow shorter still, 

As months and days increase ; 
And every beating pulse we tell, 
Leaves but the number less. 

3 The year rolls round, and steals away 

The breath that first it gave ; 

Whate'er we do, whate'er we be, 

We're travelling to the grave. 

4 Waken, Lord, our drowsy sense, 

To walk this dangerous road ; 

And if our souls are hurried hence, 

May they be found with God. 

HYMN 387. L. M. 

SHRINKING from the cold hand of death, 
I soon shall gather up my feet ; 
Shall soon resign this fleeting breath, 
And die, my father's God to meet. 

2 Number'd among thy people, I 

Expect with joy thy face to see; 

Because thou didst for sinners die ; 

Jesus, in death, remember me. 

3 0, that without a lingering groan, 

I may thy welcome word receive ! 
My body with my charge lay down, 
And cease at once to work and live. 

4 Walk with me through the dreadful shade, 

And, certified that thou art mine, 
My spirit, calm and undismay'd, 
I shall into thy hands resign. 

5 No anxious doubt, no guilty gloom, 

Shall damp, when Jesus' presence cheers ; 
My light, my life, my God is come, 
And glory in his face appears ! 

HYMN. 388. L. M. 

PASS a few swiftly fleeting years, 
And all that now in bodies live 



190 DEATH. 

Shall quit, like me, this vale of tears, 
Their righteous sentence to receive. 

2 But all, before they hence remove, 

May mansions for themselves prepare, 
In that eternal house above : 
And O, my God, shall I be there 1 

HYMN 3S9. CM. 

AND let this feeble body fail, 
And let it faint and die ; 
My soul shall quit the mournful vale, 

And soar to worlds on high : 
Shall join the disembodied saints, 

And find its long-sought rest, 
That only bliss for which it pants, 
In the Redeemer's breast. 

2 In hope of that immortal crown, 

I now the cross sustain ; 
And gladly wander up and down, 

And smile at toil and pain : 
I suffer on my threescore years, 

Till my Deliv'rer come ; 
And wipe awa3* his servant's tears, 

And take his exile home. 

3 what hath Jesus bought for me 1 

Before my ravish' d eyes 
Rivers of life divine I see, 

And trees of Paradise ! 
I see a world of spirits bright, 

Who taste the pleasures there; 
They all are robed in spotless white, 

And conq'ring palms they bear. 

4 0, what are all my suff'rings here, 

If, Lord, thou count me meet, 
With that enraptured host t' appear, 

And worship at thy feet 1 
Give joy or grief, give ease or pain, 

Take life or friends away ; 
But let me find them all again 

In that eternal day. 

HYMN 390. S. M. 

SAVIOUR, we wait the day, 
The awful day unknown, 
To quit our house, this tent of clay, 
And lay our bodies down. 

2 Come, and our souls prepare 
For that tremendous day ; 
And fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray. 



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3 may we all ensure 
A lot among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 
An everlasting rest. 

HYMN 391. L.M. 

HOW blest the righteous when he dies ! 
When sinks a weary soul to rest ; 
How mildly beam the closing eyes, 
How gently heaves the expiring breast; 

2 So fades a summer's cloud away, 

So sinks the gale when storms are o'er, 
So gently shuts the eye of day, 
So dies a wave along the shore. 

3 A holy quiet reigns around, 

A calm which life nor death destroys, 
Nothing disturbs that peace profound, 
Which his unfetter'd soul enjoys. 

4 Farewell conflicting hopes and fears, 

Where lights and shades alternate dwell ; 
How bright th' unchanging morn appears ; 
Farewell, inconstant world, farewell ! 

5 Life's duty done, as sinks the clay, 

Light from its load the spirit flies; 
While heaven and earth combine to say, 
" How blest the righteous when he dies." 

HYMN 392. C. M. 

WHY do we mourn departing friends, 
Or shake at death's alarms 1 
Tis but the voice that Jesus sends, 
To call them to his arms. 

2 Are we not tending upward too, 

As fast as time can move 1 
Nor should we wish the hours more slow, 
To keep us from our love. 

3 Why should we tremble to convey 

Their bodies to the tomb 1 
There once the flesh of Jesus lay, 
And left a long perfume. 

4 The graves of all his saints he blest, 

And hallow' d every bed : 
Where should the dying members rest 
But with their dying Head 1 

5 Thence he arose, ascending high, 

And show'd our feet the way ! 
Up to the Lord our flesh shall fly, 
At the great rising day. 

6 Then let the last loud trumpet sound, 

And bid our kindred rise : 



192 DEATH. 

Awake, ye nations under ground, 
Ye saints, ascend the skies ! 

HYMN 393. L. M. 

IN age and feebleness extreme, 
Who shall a sinful worm redeem 1 
'Tis only Jesus by his blood 
Can raise a sinking soul to God. 
2 Jesus, my only hope thou art, 
Strength of my failing flesh and heart; 
O let me catch one smile from thee, 
And drop into eternity ! 

HYMN 394. CM. 

IN vain my fancy strives to paint 
The moment after death, 
The glories that surround the saint, 
When he resigns his breath. 

2 One gentle sigh his fetter breaks ; 

We scarce can say, " He's gone," 
Before the willing spirit takes 
Her mansion near the throne. 

3 Faith strives, but all its efforts fail 

To trace her heavenward flight; 

No eye can pierce within the veil 

Which hides that world of light. 

4 Thus much (and this is all) we know — 

They are supremely blest ; 
Have done with sin, and care, and wo, 
And with their Saviour rest. 

5 On harps of gold his name they praise, 

His presence always view : 
And if we here their footsteps trace, 
There we shall praise him too. Newton. 

HYMN 395. IT. 1. 

MY days, my weeks, my months, my years, 
Fly rapid as the whirling spheres 
Around the steady pole ; 
Time, like the tide, its motion keeps, 
And I must launch through endless deeps, 
Where endless ages roll. 

2 The grave is near the cradle seen ; 
How swift the moments pass between, 

And whisper as they fly — 
Unthinking man, remember this, 
Thou, midst thy sublunary bliss, 

Must groan, and gasp, and die ! 

3 My soul, attend the solemn call, 
Thine earthly tent must quickly fall, 

And thou must take thy flight, 



DEATH. 

Beyond the vast ethereal blue, 
To sing above as angels do, 
Or sink in endless night. 

HYMN 396. IV. 2. 

HOW solemn the signal I hear ! 
The summons that calls me away, 
In regions unknown to appear, 

How shall I the summons obey 1 
What scenes in that world shall arise, 

When life's latest sigh shall be fled, • 
And darkness has sealed up my eyes, 

And deep in the dust I am laid 1 
2 No longer the world I can view, 

The scenes which so long I have known : 
My friends, I must bid you adieu, 

For here I must travel alone : 
Yet here my Redeemer has trod, 

His hallowed footsteps I know ; 
I'll trust for defence to his rod, 

And lean on his staff as I go. 

HYMN 397. III. 5. 

HAPPY soul, thy days are ended, 
All thy mourning days below ; 
Go, by thy angel guards attended, 

To the sight of Jesus go. 
Waiting to receive thy spirit, 

Lo, the Saviour stands above ! 
Shows the purchase of his merit, 

Reaches out the crown of love. 
2 Struggle through thy latest passion 

To thy great Redeemer's breast ; 
To his uttermost salvation, 

To his everlasting rest. 
For the joy he sets before thee, 

Bear a momentary pain : 
Die to live a life of glory ! 

Suffer, with thy Lord to reign. 

HYMN 398. 
The Young Christian's Death. 

AGAIN we lift our voice, 
And shout our solemn joy ; 
Cause of highest raptures this, 
Rapture that shall never fail : 
See a soul escaped to bliss, 

Keep the Christian festival. 
2 Our friend is gone before, 

To that celestial shore ; 
He hath left his mates behind, 
He hath all the storms outrode ; 
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1 94 JUDGMENT. 

Found the rest we toil to find, 
Landed in the arms of God. 

3 And shall we mourn to see 
Our fellow prisner free 1 

Free from doubts, and griefs, and fears, 
In the heaven of the skies : 

Can we weep to see the tears 
Wiped for ever from his eyes 1 

4 No, dear companion, no ! 
We gladly let thee go 

From a suff 'ring church beneath, 
To a reigning church above : 

Thou hast more than conquerd death, 
Thou art crown' d with life and love. 

5 Thou in thy youthful prime 
Hast leap'd the bounds of time : 

Suddenly from earth released, 
Lo ! we now rejoice for thee; 

Taken to an early rest, 
Caught into eternity. 

6 Thither may we repair, 
That glorious bliss to share : 

We shall see the welcome day, 
We shall to the summons bow ; 

Come, Redeemer, come away; 
Now prepare, and take us now. 

XI. JUDGMENT. 

HYMN 399. C. M. 

THAT awful day will surely come, 
Th' appointed hour makes haste, 
When I must stand before my Judge, 
And pass the solemn test. 

2 Thou lovely Chief of all my joys, 

Thou sovereign of my heart, 
How could I bear to hear thy voice 
Pronounce the sound, " Depart !" 

3 What, to be banish'd for my life 

And yet forbid to die ! 

To linger in eternal pain, 

Yet death for ever fly ! 

4 wretched state of deep despair ! 

To see my God remove, 
And fix my doleful station where 
I must not taste his love ! 

5 tell me that my worthless name 

Is graven on thy hands ; 
Show me some promise in thy book, 
Where my salvation stands. 



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HYMN 400. S. M. 

THOU Judge of quick and dead, 
Before whose bar severe, 
With holy joy, or guilty dread, 

We all shall soon appear ; 
Our souls by grace prepare 
For that tremendous day, 
And fill us now with watchful care, 
And stir us up to pray. 

2 To pray, and wait the hour, 

That awful hour unknown, 
When, robed in majesty and power, 

Thou shalt from heaven come down, 
Th' immortal son of man, 

To judge the human race, 
With all thy Father's dazzling train, 

With all thy glorious grace. 

3 To damp our earthly joys, 

T' increase our gracious fears, 
For ever let the archangel's voice 

Be sounding in our ears 
The solemn midnight cry, 

" Ye dead, the Judge is come ! 
Arise, and meet him in the sky, 

And meet your instant doom ! 

4 may we thus be found 

Obedient to thy word. 
Attentive to the trumpet's sound, 

And looking for our Lord ! 
may we all insure 

A lot among the blest ; 
And watch a moment to secure 

An everlasting rest. 

HYMN 401. III. 5. 

LO ! he comes with clouds descending, 
Once for favour* d sinners slain ! 
Thousand thousand saints attending, 
Swell the triumph of his train : 

Hallelujah ! 
God appears on earth again ! 

2 Every eye shall now behold him, 

Robed in dreadful majesty ; 
Those who set at nousht, and sold him, 
Pierced and nail'd him to the tree, 

Deeply wailing, 
Shall the great Messiah see. 

3 Every island, sea, and mountain, 

Heaven and earth shall flee away ! 



196 JUDGMENT. 

All who hate him must, confounded, 
Hear the trump proclaim the day : 

Come to judgment ! 
Come to judgment, come away ! 
4 Now redemption, long expected, 
See in solemn pomp appear ! 
All his saints, hy man rejected. 
Now shall meet him in the air ! 

Hallelujah ! 
See the day of God appear! 

HYMN 402. III. 5. 

DAY of judgment, day of wonders, 
Hark ! the trumpet's awful sound, 
Louder than a thousand thunders, 
Shakes the vast creation round : 

How the summons 
Will the sinner's heart confound ! 

2 See the Judge our nature wearing, 

Clothed in majesty divine ! 
You who long for his appearing, 
Then shall say, " This God is mine !" 

Gracious Saviour, 
Own me in that day for thine. 

3 At his call the dead awaken, 

Rise to life from earth and sea ; 
All the powers of nature, shaken, 
At his call prepare to flee : 

Careless sinner, 
What will then become of thee 1 

HYMN 403. L. M. 

THE day of wrath, that dreadful day, 
When heaven and earth shall pass away ! 
What power shall be the sinners stay ] 
How shall he meet that dreadful day 1 

2 When, shriv'lling like a parched scroll, 
The flaming heavens together roll, 
And louder yet, and yet more dread, 
Swells the high trump that wakes the dead. 

3 O, on that day, that wrathful day,# 
When man to judgment wakes from clay, 
Be thou, Christ ! the sinner's stay, 
Though heaven and earth shall pass away. 

HYMN 404. III. 5. 

SEE the eternal judge descending, 
Seated on his father's throne ; 
Now, sinner, now lamenting, 
Stand and hear thy awful doom. 

Trumpets call thee. 
Stand and hear thy awful doom. 



HEAVEN AND HELL. 

2 Yonder sits rny slighted Saviour, 

With the marks of dying love; 
that I had sought his favour, 
When I felt the Spirit move ! 

Lost for ever, 
For I have against him strove. 

3 All his warnings I have slighted, 

While he daily sought my soul ; 
If my vows to him I plighted, 
Yet for sin I broke them all. 

Golden moments ! 
How neglected did they roll ! 

HYMN 405. II. 4. 
The Midnight Cry. Matt. xxv. 6. 

YE virgin souls, arise, 
With all the dead awake, 
Unto salvation wise, 
Oil in your vessels take : 
Upstarting at the midnight cry, 
Behold your heavenly bridegroom nigh ! 

2 He comes, he comes, to call 

The nations to his bar, 
And take to glory all 

Who meet for glory are : 
Make ready for your free reward, 
Go forth with joy to meet your Lord. 

3 Ye that have here received 

The unction from above, 
And in his spirit lived, 

And thirsted for his love ; 
Jesus shall claim you for his bride — • 
Rejoice with all the sanctified. 

4 Rejoice in glorious hope 

Of that great day unknown, 

When you shall be caught up, 

To stand before his throne ; 

CalTd to partake the marriage feast, 

And lean on our Immanuel's breast. ' 

5 May we, too, wait to hear 

The trumpet's welcome sound ! 
To see our Lord appear, . 

May we be watching found ! 
Enrobed in righteousness divine, 
In which the bride shall ever shine. 

XII. HEAVEN AND HELL. 

HYMN 406. C. M. 
Heaven. 

FAR from the narrow scenes of night 
Unbounded glories rise, 
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And realms of infinite delight, 
Unknown to mortal eyes. 

2 Fair distant land ! could mortal eyes 

But half its charms explore, 
How would our spirits long to rise, 
And dwell on earth no more. 

3 There pain and sickness never come, 

And grief no more complains ; 
Health triumphs in immortal hloom, 
And endless pleasure reigns. 

4 No cloud those blissful regions know, 

Realms ever bright and fair: 
For sin, the source of mortal wo, 
Can never enter there. 

5 There all the millions of his saints 

Shall in one song unite, 
And each the bliss of all shall view 
With infinite delight. 

6 Nor needed is the shining moon, 

Nor e'en the sun's bright ray ; 
For glory, from the sacred throne, 
Spreads everlasting day. 

HYMN 407. IV. 4. 
Heaven. 

O WHERE can the soul find relief from its foes, 
A shelter of safety, a home of repose 7 
Can earth's highest summit or deepest hid vale, 
Give a refuge no sorrow nor sin can assail 1 

No, no ! — there's no home — 
There's no home on earth — the soul has no home. 

2 Shall it leave the low earth and soar to the sky, 
And seek for a home in the mansions on high "? 

In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling be given, 
And the soul find a home in the glory of heaven ] 

Yes, yes ! — there's a home — 
There's a home in high heaven — the soul has a home. 

3 holy and sweet its rest shall be there ! 
Free for ever from sin, and sorrow, and care ; 
And the loud hallelujah's of angels shall rise, 
To welcome the souf to its home in the skies. 

Home, home ! — home of the soul ! 
The bosom of God is the home of the soul ! Key 

HYMN 408. C. M. 

ON Jordan's stormy banks I stand, 
And cast a wishful eye 
To Canaan's fair and happy land, 
Where my possessions lie. 



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2 the transporting, rapt'rous scene, 

That rises to my sight ! 
Sweet fields array* d in living green, 
And rivers of delight ! 

3 There gen'rous fruits that never fail, 

On trees immortal grow ; 
There rocks and hills", and brooks and vale, 
With milk and honey flow. 

4 All o'er those wide extended plains 

Shines one eternal day ; 
There God the Son for ever reigns, 
And scatters night away. 

5 No chilling winds nor pois'nous breath 

Can reach that healthful shore ; 
Sickness and sorrow, pain and death, 
Are felt and fear'd no more. 

6 When shall I reach that happy place, 

And be for ever blest 1 
When shall I see my Father's face, 
And in his bosom rest 1 

7 Fill'd with delight, my raptured soul 

Would here no longer stay ! 
Though Jordan's waves around me roll, 
Fearless I ; d launch away. 

8 Adieu, adieu, all earthly things, 

I come, my Lord, I cbme ; 
Angels, extend your golden wings, 
And bear my spirit" home. 

HYMN' 409. C. It. 

FAR from the utmost verge of day 
Those gloomy regions lie, 
Where flames amid the darkness play, 
The worm shall never die. 

2 The breath of God, his angry breath, 

Supplies and fans the fire ; 
There sinners taste the second death, 
And would, but can't expire. 

3 Conscience, the never-dying worm, 

With torture gnaws the heart; 
And wo and wrath, in every form, 
Is now the sinner's part. 

4 Sad world, indeed ! — ah. who can bear 

For ever there to dwell 1 

For ever sinking in despair, 

In all the pains of hell 1 

HYMN 410. CM. 
Bible Class. 

LIGHT of the world, shine on our souls, 
Thy grace to us afford ; 



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And while we meet to learn thy truth, 
Be thou our teacher, Lord. 

2 As once thou didst thy word expound 

To those that walk'd with thee, 
So teach us, Lord, to understand, 
And its bless'd fulness see : 

3 Its riches, sweetness, power, and depth, 

Its holiness discern ; 
Its joyful news of saving grace 
By bless'd experience learn. 

4 Help us each other to assist; 

Thy Spirit now impart ; 
Keep humble, but with love inflame 
To thee and thine, each heart. 

5 Thus may thy word be dearer still, 

And studied more each day ; 
And as it richly dwells within, 
Thyself in it display. Bickersteth. 

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HYMN 411. L.M. 

WHEN marshaird on the mighty plain, 
The glittering host bestud the sky ; 
One star alone, of all the train, 
Can fix the sinners wand ring eye. 

2 Hark ! hark ! to God the chorus breaks 

From every host, from every gem ; 
But one alone the Saviour speaks — 
It is the Star of Bethlehem ! 

3 Once on the raging seas I rode, 

The storm was loud, the night was dark, 
The ocean yawn'd, and rudely blow'd 
The wind that tost my found'ring bark. 

4 Deep horror then my vitals froze, 

Death-struck, I ceased the tide to stem ; 
When suddenly a star arose, — 
It was the Star of Bethlehem ! 

5 It was my guide, my light, my all, 

It bade my dark forebodings cease ; 
And through the storm and danger's thrall, 
It led me to the port of peace. 

6 Now safely moor'd, my perils o'er, 

I'll sing, first in night's diadem, 
For ever, and for evermore, 
The Star— the Star of Bethlehem! 

HYMN 412. C. M. 
THOU, from whom all goodness flows, 
I lift my heart to thee ; 







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In all my trials, conflicts, woes, 
Dear Lord, remember me. 

2 When groaning, on my burden'd heart 

My sins he heavily ; 
My pardon speak, new peace impart ; 
In love, remember me. 

3 If on my face, for thy dear name, 

Shame and reproaches be, 
I'll hail reproach, and welcome shame, 
If thou remember me. 

4 The hour is near — consign'd to death, 

I own thy just decree : 
Saviour, with my last parting breath 
I'll cry, remember me. 

HYMN 413. CM. 

JESUS ! thou art the sinner's friend ; 
As such I look to thee ; 
Now, in the fulness of thy love. 

Lord ! remember me. 

2 Remember thy pure word of grace,— 

Remember Calvary; 
Remember all thy dying groans, 
And then, remember me. 

3 Thou wondrous Advocate with God ! 

1 yield myself to thee ; 

While thou art sitting on thy throne, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

4 Lord ! I am guilty — I am vile, 

But thy salvation's free; 
Then, in thine all-abounding grace, 
Dear Lord ! remember me. 

5 And when I close my eyes in death, 

When creature-helps all flee, 
Then, my great Redeemer — God! 
I pray, remember me. 

HYMN 414. C. M. 

JESUS, the truth, the life, the way, 
Unworthy though I be, 
I trust, since thou hast bid me pray, 
Thou wilt remember me. 

2 Thou who didst bleed, and groan, and die, 

From guilt to set me free, 
In glory now, enthroned on high, 
Wilt still remember me. 

3 When tempest-toss'd with cares, my breast 

Is like the troubled sea ; 
Sweet peace shall hush the storm to rest, 
If thou remember me. 



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4 My former friends regard me not 

Since I have follow' d Thee ; 
But let me be by them forgot, 
So thou remember me. 

5 When I was chain'd and bound in sin, 

Thy mercy set me free, 
And each day since a proof has been, 
Thou dost remember me. 

6 I hope, though now my time of death 

Unable to foresee, 
To say, when yielding up my breath, 
Now, Lord, remember me. 

HYMN 415. C. M. 

THE Lord descended from above, 
And bow'd the heavens most high ; 
And underneath his feet he cast 
The darkness of the sky. 

2 On cherub and on cherubim 

Full royally he rode, 
And on the wings of mighty winds 
Came flying all abroad. 

3 He sat serene upon the floods, 

Their fury to restrain ; 
And he, a sovereign Lord and King, 
For evermore shall reign. 

4 God, my strength and fortitude ! 

Of force I must love thee : 
Thou art my castle and defence 
In my necessity ! Sternhold. 

HYMN 416. L. M. 

INHERE' S not a bird (with lonely nest 
• In pathless wood or mountain crest,) 
Nor meaner thing, which does not share, 
O God ! in thy paternal care. 

2 There's not a being now accurst, 
Who did not taste thy goodness first ; 
And every joy the wicked see, 
Received its origin from thee. 

3 Each barren crag, each desert rude, 
Holds thee within its solitude ; 

And thou dost bless the wandrer there 
Who makes his solitary prayer. 

4 In busy mart and crowded street, 
No less than in the still retreat, 
Thou, Lord, art near, our souls to bless 
With all a parent's tenderness. 

5 And every moment still doth bring 
Thy blessings on its loaded wing ; 



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Widely they spread through earth and sky, 
And last to all eternity. 

6 Through all creation let thy name 
Be echo'd with a glad acclaim ; 

Thy praise let grateful churches sing, 
With praise let heaven for ever ring. 

7 And we, where'er our lot is cast, 
While life and thought and feeling last, 
Through all our years, in every place, 

Will bless thee for thy boundless grace. Noel. 

HYMN 417. C. M. 
The Everlasting Song. 

EARTH has engross'd my love too long ; 
'Tis time I lift mine eyes 
Upward, dear Father ! to thy throne, 
And to my native skies. 

2 There, the blest man, my Saviour, sits, — 

The God ! how bright he shines ! 
And scatters infinite delights 
On aN the happy minds. 

3 Seraphs, with elevated strains, 

Circle the throne around ; 
And move and charm the starry plains 
With an immortal sound. 

4 Jesus, the Lord, their harps employ, — 

Jesus, my love, they sing ! 
Jesus, the life of all our joy, 
Sounds sweet from every string. 

5 Now let me mount and join their song, 

And sound thy praises too ; 
My heart, my hand, my ear, my tongue, 
Here's joyful work for you. 

6 I would begin the music here, 

And so my soul should rise ; 
Oh ! for some heavenly notes to bear 
My passions to the skies ! 

HYMN 418. C. M. 

WHAT blissful harmonies above, 
In vocal thunders swell] 
The perfecting of joy and love, 
What raptured legions tell 1 
2 The glorious apostolic band, — 
Do they in triumph sing 1 
Do prophets from the holy land 



Do they in triumph sing ' 
'O prophets from the hoh 
Their inspiration bring' 



3 Or from the noble army breaks 
The deep adoring strain, 



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Who won their way from fiery stakes, 
And were for conscience slain 1 

4 Is it the patriarchal race 

That breathe the sacred song 1 
Or to the heirs of gospel grace 
Do the full choirs belong 1 

5 For each, for all, the Word is found 

Almighty to atone : 
All, all in shining hosts surround 
The bright celestial throne. 

6 Peoples, and languages, and tongues, 

The choral anthem raise : 
To every voice and speech belongs 
The work of heavenly praise. 

HYMN 419. CM. 
Reflections at the End of the Tear. 

AND now, my soul, another year 
Of my short life is past, 
I cannot long continue here, 
And this may be my last. 

2 Much of my dubious life is gone, 

Nor will return again ; 
And swift my passing moments run, 
The few that yet remain. 

3 Awake, my soul, with utmost care 

Thy true condition learn ; 
What are thy hopes, how sure, how fair 1 
And what thy great concern 1 

4 Now a new scene of time begins, 

Set out afresh for heaven ; 
Seek pardon for thy former sins, 
In Christ so freely given. 

5 Devoutly yield thyself to God, 

And on his grace depend ; 
With zeal pursue the heavenly road, 
Nor doubt a happy end. 

HYMN 420. S. M. 

YES, the Redeemer's gone 
T' appear before our God; 
To sprinkle o'er the flaming throne 
With his atoning blood. 

2 No fiery vengeance now, 

No burning; wrath comes down ; 
If justice calls for sinners' blood, 
The Saviour shows his own. 

3 Before his Father's eye 

Our humble suit he moves : 



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The Father lays his thunder hy, 
And looks, and smiles, and loves. 

4 Now may our joyful tongues 

Our Maker's honours sing ; 
Jesus, the priest, receives our songs, 
And bears them to the King. 

5 We bow before his face, 

And sound his glories high ; 
Hosanna to the God of grace, 
Who lays his thunders by. 

6 On earth thy mercy reigns, 

And triumphs all above : 
But, Lord ! how weak our mortal strains 
To speak immortal love ! 

HYMN 421. L.M. 

AWAKE, my soul, in joyful lays, 
And sing thy great Redeemer's praise ; 
He justly claims a song from me : 
His loving-kindness, how free ! 

2 He saw me ruin'd in the fall, 
Yet loved me notwithstanding all ; 
He saved me from my lost estate : 
His loving-kindness, how great ! 

3 Though numerous hosts of mighty foes, 
Though earth and hell my way oppose, 
He safely leads my soul along : 

His loving-kindness, how strong ! 

4 Soon shall I pass the gloomy vale ; 
Soon all my mortal pow'rs must fail ; 
Oh ! may my last expiring breath 
His loving-kmdness sing in death I 

5 Then let me mount and soar away 
To the bright world of endless day, 
And sing with rapture and surprise 
His loving-kindness in the skies ! 

HYMN 422. L. M. 

WAIT, my soul, thy Maker's will ; 
Tumultuous passions, all be still, 
Nor let a murm'ring thought arise ; 
His ways are just, his counsels wise. 

2 He in the thickest darkness dwells, 
Performs his work, the cause conceals ; 
But though his methods are unknown, 
Judgment and truth support his throne. 

3 In heav'n and earth, and air, and seas, 
He executes his firm decrees ; 

And by his saints it stands confess'd, 
That what he does is ever best. 
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4 Wait then, my soul, submissive, wait, 
Prostrate before his awful seat ; 
And midst the terror of his rod, 
Trust in a wise and gracious God. 

HYMN 423. S. M. 
Forgiveness of Sin by Confession. 

O BLESSED souls are they, 
Whose sins are covered o'er ; 
Divinely blest, to whom the Lord 
Imputes their guilt no more ! 

2 They mourn their follies past, 

And keep their hearts with care ; 
Their lips and lives, without deceit, 
Shall prove their faith sincere. 

3 While I conceal' d my guilt 

I felt the fest'ring wound ; 
Till I confess'd my sins to thee, 
And ready pardon found. 

4 Let sinners learn to pray, 

Let saints keep near the throne; 
Our help in times of deep distress 
Is found in God alone. 

HYMN 424. L. M. 

WHEN God is nigh my faith is strong, 
His arm is my almighty prop : 
Be glad, my heart ; rejoice, my tongue ; 
My dying flesh shall rest in hope. 

2 Though in the dust I lay my head, 

Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave 
My soul for ever with the dead, 
Nor lose thy children in the grave. 

3 My flesh shall thy first call obey, 

Shake off the dust, and rise on high ; 
Then shalt thou lead the wondrous way 
Up to thy throne above the sky. 

4 There streams of endless pleasure flow ; 

And full discov'ries of thy grace 
(Which we but tasted here below) 
Spread heavenly joys through all the place. 

HYMN 425. CM. ' 

LORD, in the morning thou shalt hear 
My voice ascending high ! 
To thee will I direct my prayr, 
To thee lift up my cry. 
2 Up to the hills where Christ is gone 
To plead for all his saints, 
Presenting at his father's throne 
Our songs and our complaints. 



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3 Thou art a God, before whose sight 

The wicked shall not stand ; 

Sinners shall ne'er be thy delight, 

Nor dwell at thy right hand. 

4 may thy Spirit guide my feet 

In ways of righteousness ; 
Make ev'ry path of duty straight 
And plain before my face ! 

HYMN 426. III. 1. 

CHRISTIAN brethren, ere we part, 
Let us each, with grateful heart, 
Once more to our Father raise 
Our united hymn of praise. 

2 Here perhaps we meet no more, 
But we seek a brighter shore, 
Where, above all sin and pain, 
Brethren, we shall meet again. 

3 To the Triune God of heaven 
Love and praise be ever given, 
Here, and by his hosts above, 
Endless praise, adoring love. 

HYMN 427. L. M. 
On laying the Foundation-stone of a Church. 

THIS stone to Thee in faith we lay, 
We build the temple, Lord, to Thee; 
Thine eye be open night and day, 
To guard this house and sanctuary. 

2 Here, when thy people seek thy face, 

And dying sinners pray to live, 
Hear Thou, in heaven, thy dwelling-place, 
And when Thou hearest, forgive ! 

3 Here, when thy messengers proclaim 

The blessed gospel of thy Son, 
Still, by the power of his great name, 
Be mighty signs and wonders done. 

4 Hosanna ! to their heavenly King, 

When children's voices raise that song; 
Hosanna ! let their angels sing, 
And heaven with earth the strain prolong. 

5 But will indeed Jehovah deign 

Here to abide, no transient guest 1 
Here will the world's Redeemer reign, 
And here the Holy Spirit rest 1 

6 That glory never hence depart ! 

Yet choose not, Lord, this house alone; 
Thy kingdom come to every heart, 
In every bosom fix thy throne. 



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HYMN 428. 

HARK, how the gospel trumpet sounds ! 
Through all the world the echo bounds, 
And Jesus, by redeeming blood, 
Is bringing sinners home to God ; 
And guides them safely by his word 
To endless day. 

2 Hail, all-victorious, conq'ring Lord ! 
By all the heavenly host adored ; 
Who undertook for fallen man, 

And brought salvation through thy name ; 
That we with thee might live and reign 
In endless day. 

3 Fight on, ye conq'ring saints, fight on ! 
And when the conquest you have won, 
Then palms of victory you shall bear, 
And in his kingdom have a share, 
And crowns of glory you shall wear 

In endless day. 

4 There we shall in sweet chorus join, 
And saints and angels all combine 
To sing of his redeeming love, 

When rolling years shall cease to move ; 
And that shall be the theme above, 
In endless day. 

HYMN 429. III. 4. 
[ANY woes had Christ endured, 
L Many sore temptations met, 
Patient and to pains inured; 

But the sorest trial yet 
Was to be sustain d in thee, 
Gloomy, sad Gethsemane ! 

2 Came at length the dreadful night! 
Vengeance, with his iron rod, 

Stood, and with collected might 

Bruised the harmless Lamb of God: 
See, my soul, the Saviour see 
Prostrate in Gethsemane. 

3 There my God bore all my guilt : 
This through grace can be believed ; 

But the torments which he felt 
Are too vast to be conceived : 
None can penetrate through thee, 
Doleful, dark Gethsemane ! 

4 All my sins against my God — 
All my sins against his laws — 

All my sins against his blood — 

All my sins against his cause — 
Sins as boundless as the sea ! 
Hide me, Gethsemane! 



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5 Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

One almighty God of love. 
Praised hy all the heavenly host 

In thy shining courts above — 
We poor sinners, gracious Three, 
Praise thee for Gethsemane. 

HYMN 430. L. M. 
9TPIS not too arduous an essay, 

-L To tread, resolved, the gospel way ; 
The sensual nature to control, 
And warm with purer fire the soul. 

2 Nature will raise up all her strife, 
Reluctant t6 the heavenly life ; 
Loth in a Saviour's death to share, 
Her daily cross compell'd to bear. 

3 But grace omnipotent at length 

Shall arm the saint with saving strength ; 
Through the sharp war with aids attend, 
And his long conflict sweetly end. 

4 Act but the infant's gentle part ; 
Give up to love thy willing heart ; 
No fondest parent's tender breast 
Yearns like thy God's to make thee blest. 

5 Thy sovereign Father, good and kind, 
Wants but to have his child resign'd ; 
Wants but thy yielded heart — no more — 
Thee with his richest grace to store. Lutheb. 

HYMN 431. III. 3. 

COME, thou fount of every blessing, 
Tune my heart to sing thy grace ; 
Streams of mercy, never ceasing, 
Call for songs of loudest praise. 
Teach me some melodious sonnet, 
Sung by flaming tongues above ; 
Praise the mount — I'm fix'd upon it — 
Mount of thy redeeming love. 

2 Here I raise my Ebenezer : 

Hither by thy help I'm come ; 
And I hope, by thy good pleasure, 

Safely to arrive at home. 
Jesus sought me when a stranger, 

Wand'ring from the fold of God ; 
He, to save my soul from danger, 

Interposed his precious blood. 

3 0, to grace how great a debtor, 

Daily I'm constrain'd to be ! 
Let thy grace, Lord, like a fetter, 
Bind my wand'rins heart to thee. 

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Prone to wander, Lord, I feel it — 

Prone to leave the God I love : 
Here's my heart, take and seal it, 

Seal it for thy courts above \^ 

HYMN 432. IV. 2. 

THIS God is the God we adore, 
Our faithful, unchangeable friend, 
Whose love is as great as his power, 
And neither knows measure nor end. 

2 "lis Jesus, the First and the Last, 

His spirit shall guide us safe home, 
We'll praise him for all that is past, 
And trust him for all that's to come. 

3 How happy the angels that fall 

Transported at Jesus' s name ! 
The saints whom he soonest shall call 
To share in the feast of the Lamb ! 

4 No longer imprison' d in clay, 

Who next from this dungeon shall fly 1 
Who next shall be summon'd away, 
My merciful Lord, is it 1 7 

5 Jesus, if this be thy will, 

That I suddenly hence should depart, 
Thy counsel of mercy reveal, 
And whisper the call in my heart. 

HYMN 433. 

BRIGHTEST and best of the sons of the morning; 
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adorning, 
Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! 

2 Cold on his cradle the dew-drops are shining, 
Low lies his head with the beasts of the stall : 
Angels adore him in slumber reclining, 
Maker, and Monarch, and Saviour of all. 

3 Say, shall we yield him, in costly devotion, 
Odours of Edom and off'rings divine 1 

Gems of the mountain and pearls of the ocean, 
Myrrh from the forest, or gold from the mine 1 

4 Vainly we offer each ample oblation ; 
Vainly with gifts would his favour secure ; 
Richer by far is the heart's adoration ; 
Dearer to God are the prayers of the poor. 

5 Brightest and best of the sons of the morning ! 
Dawn on our darkness and lend us thine aid ; 
Star of the East, the horizon adornins. 

Guide where our infant Redeemer is laid ! Bishop Hebeb. 



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HYMN 434. II. 4. 

ON earth the song begins, 
In heaven more sweet, more loud, 
1 o him that drowns our sins 

In his atoning blood ; 
" To him," they cry in rapturous strain, 
" Be honour, peace, and power — Amen !' : 

2 Ye saints on earth, repeat, 

What heaven with rapture owns ; 
And while before his feet 

The elders cast their crowns, 
Go, imitate the choirs above, 
And tell the world your Saviour's love. 

3 Sing as ye pass along, 

With joy and wonder sing, 
Till others learn the song, 

And own your Lord their King : 
Till converts join you, as- ye go, 
And make a growmg heaven below. 

4 Inform the Iistning world 

How Jesus, when he fell, 
The powers of darkness hurfd 

Down to the depths of hell ; 
And rising, bore the rescued prize, 
His church, in triumph through the skies. 

5 Our feeble minds are lost, 

Beneath the lofty strain ; 
But Jordan's billows cross'd, 

We'll catch the sound again. 
In praise assist the heavenly choir, 
Nor ever stop, nor ever tire. 

HYMN 435. III. 1. 

GRATEFUL notes and numbers bring, 
While Jehovah's praise we sing ; 
Holy, holy, holy Lord, 
Be thy glorious name adored. 

2 Though unworthy, Lord, thine ear 
Can our humble praises hear ; 
Purer praise we nope to bring, 
When with saints above we sing. 

3 Lead us to that blissful state ; 
Where thou reign st supremely great, 
Look with pity from thy throne, 
Send thy Holy Spirit down. 

4 While on earth ordain'd to stay, 
Guide our footsteps in the way, 
Till we come to reign with thee, 
And thy glorious greatness see. 

6 Then in joyful songs of praise, 
We'll our grateful voices raise ; 



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Lord, thy mercies never fail ; 
Hail, celestial goodness, hail ! 

HYMN 436. C. M. 

MORTALS, awake, with angels join, 
And chant the solemn lay ; 
Joy, love, and gratitude combine, 
To hail th' auspicious day. 

2 In heaven the rapfrous song began, 

And sweet seraphic fire, 
Through all the shining legions ran, 
And strung and tuned the lyre. 

3 Swift through the vast expanse it flew, 

And loud the echo rolTd ; 
The theme, the song, the joy was new, 
'Twas more than heaven could hold. 

4 Down through the portals of the sky, 

The impetuous torrent ran ; 
And angels flew with eager joy, 
To bear the news to man. 

5 With joy the chorus well repeat, 

" Glory to God on high ; 
Good will and peace are now complete, 
Jesus was born to die." 

6 Hail, Prince of Life! for ever hail! 

Redeemer, Brother, Friend ! 
Though earth, and time, and life shall fail, 
Thy praise shall never end. 

7 Hark ! the cherubic armies shout, 

And Glory leads the song : 
Good will and peace are heard throughout 
Th' harmonious heavenly throng. 

HYMN 437. 

COME, let us anew 
Our journey pursue, 

Roll round with the year, 
And never stand still till the Master appear; 

His adorable will 

Let us gladly fulfil, 

And our talents improve 
By the patience of hope and the labour of love. 
2 Our life is a dream ; 

Our time, as a stream, 

Glides swiftly away, 
And the fugitive moment refuses to stay : 

The arrow is flown, 

The moment is gone, 

The millennial year 
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3 O that each, in the day 
Of his coming, may say, 
" I have fought my way through, 

1 have finish'd the work thou didst give me to do !" 

O that each from his Lord 
May receive the glad word, 
" Well and faithfully done ; 
Enter into my joy, and sit down on my throne !" 

HYMN 438. L. M. 
Prayer when Error prevails. 

GIVE peace in these our days, O Lord ! 
Times of great peril are at hand ; 
Thine enemies, with one accord, 
Christ's truth corrupt in every land. 

2 Give us that peace that we do lack 

Through unbelief and evil life ; 
Thy word to give thou dost not slack, 
Which we unkindly use for strife. 

3 Give peace, Lord ! thy Spirit send ; 

With grief, and with repentance true, 
Pierce thou our hearts, our lives amend, 
And by true faith in Christ renew. 

4 Give peace, and grant that fear and dread 

(Through thy sweet mercy, Lord, and grace) 
May fly, and truth lift up her head, 
And dwell and shine in every place. 

HYMN 439. CM. 
Call to Christians in times of Error. 

THE gath'ring clouds, with aspect dark, 
A rising storm presage : 
O to be hid within the ark, 
And shelter'd from its rage ! 

2 See the commission d angel frown ; 

That vial in his hand, 
Fill'd with fierce wrath, is pouring down 
Upon our guilty land. 

3 Ye saints, unite in wrestling prayer, 

If yet there may be hope ; 
. Who knows but mercy yet may spare, 
And bid the angel stop 1 

4 May we at least, with one consent, 

Fall low before the throne, 
With tears the nation's sins lament, 
The church's, and our own. 

5 The humble souls who mourn and pray, 

The Lord approves and knows; 
His mark secures them in the day 
When vengeance strikes his foes. 



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HYMN 440. III. 5. 
Encouragement when Error prevails. 

YES, we trust the day is breaking, 
Joyful times are near at hand ; 
God, the mighty God, is speaking, 
By his word in every land : 

Mark his progress ; 
Darkness flies at his command. 

2 While the foe becomes more daring, 

While he enters like a flood, 
God the Saviour is preparing 
Means to spread his truth abroad : 

Every language 
Soon shall tell the love of God. 

3 God of Jacob, high and glorious, 

Let thy people see thy hand ; 
Make the gospel soon victorious 
Through the world, in every land : 

Perish idols, 
At Jehovah's dread command. 

HYMN 441. S. M. 

AND let our bodies part, 
To different scenes repair, 
Inseparably join'd in heart 
The friends of Jesus are : 
Jesus, the corner stone, 

Did first our hearts unite. 
And still he keeps our spirits one, 
Who walk with him in white. 

2 let us still proceed 

In Jesus' work below, 
And, following our triumphant Head, 

To farther conquests go. 
The vineyard of the Lord 

Before his lab'rers lies, 
And, through his grace, a rich reward 

Awaits them in the skies. 

3 let our heart and mind 

Continually ascend, 
That haven of repose to find, 

Where all our labours end — 
Where all our toil is o'er, 

Our suff'rings and our pain : 
Who meet on that eternal shore, 

Shall never part again. 

HYMN 442. L. M. 

KINDRED in Christ, for his dear sake, 
A hearty welcome here receive ; 



EUJJOMML 215 

51 a v we together now partake 
Tne joys~which only he can give ! 

2 To you and us : ; - ri^en 

To know the Saviour's precious name ; 
And shortly we shall meet in heaven, 
Our hope, our way. our end the same. 

3 May he by wh: - t we meet, 

Sen:. :om above, 

Make our communications sweet, 
And cause our hearts to bum with love ! 

4 Forgotten be each worldly theme, 

When Christians see each other thus ; 
We only wish to speak of him 
Who lived and died, and reigns for us. 

5 We'll talk of all he did and said, 

And s offer d for us here below ; 

The path he mark'd for us to tread, 

And what he's doing for us now. 

6 Thus, as the moments pass away, 

We'll love, and wonder, and adore ; 
And hasten on the glorious day. 
When we shall meet to part no more. Kewtok 

HTM>" 443. S. M. 
U-.i:-. 

LET party names no more 
The Christian world o'erspread; 
Gentile and Jew. and bond and free, 
Are one in Christ their head. 

2 Among the saints on earth 

Let mutual love be found ; 
Heirs of the same inheritance. 

.: mutual blessings crown' d. 

3 Let discord, child of hell ! 

Be banish'd far a~ 
Those should m iendship dwell, 

Who the same Lord obey. 
i will the church below 
R.esemble that above, 

rre streams of pleasure ever flow, 
And every heart is love. 

HYM>- 444. C. M. 

FOR mercies countless as the sands, 
Which daily I receive 

- my Redeemer's hands, 
My soul, what canst thou give 1 
::■ such a heart as mine, 
I can I bring him forth 1 



216 MISCELLANEOUS. 

My best is stain 1 d and dyed with sin, 
My all is nothing worth. 

3 Yet this acknowledgment I'll make 

For all he has bestow'd: 
Salvation's sacred cup I'll take, 
And call upon my God. 

4 The best return for one like me, 

So wretched and so poor, 
Is from his gifts to draw a plea, 
And ask him still for more. 

HYMN 445. II. 4. 
The Christian Voyage 

JESUS, at thy command 
I launch into the deep, 
And leave my native land, 

Where sin lulls all to sleep : 
For thee I fain would all resign, 
And sail to heaven with thee and thine. 

2 Thou art my Pilot wise ; 

My compass is thy word ; 
My soul each storm defies 

While I have such a Lord : 
I trust thy faithfulness and power 
To save me in the trying hour. 

3 Though rocks and quicksands deep 

Through all my passage lie, 
Yet thou wilt safely keep, 

And guide me with thine eye : 
My anchor, hope, shall firm abide, 
And I each boisfrous storm outride. 

4 By faith I see the land, 

The port of endless rest ; 
My soul, thy sails expand, 

And fly to Jesus' breast : 
may I reach the heavenly shore 
Where winds and waves resound no more. 

5 Whene'er becalm'd I lie, 

And storms and winds subside, 
Lord, to my succour fly, 

And keep me near thy side : 
For more the treaclfrous calm I dread 
Than tempests bursting o'er my head. 

6 Come, heavenly wind, and blow 

A prosp'rous gale of grace, 
To waft me, from below, 

To heaven, my destined place ; 
Then in full sail my port I'll find, 
And leave the world and sin behind. Topladt. 



MISCELLANEOUS. 21" 

HYMN 446. C. M. 
Unity of the Church. 

COME, let us join our friends above, 
Who have obtain' d the prize ; 
And on the eagle wings of love, 
To joy celestial rise. 

2 Let saints below his praises sing, 

With those to glory gone ; 
For all the servants of our King 
In earth and heaven are one. 

3 One family, we live in him, 

One church above, beneath : 
Though now we're parted by the stream* 
The narrow stream of death. 

4 One army of the living God, 

To his commands we bow ; 
Part of the host have cross'd the flood, 
And part are crossing now. 

5 Ten thousand to their endless home 

This solemn moment fly ; 
And we are to the margin come, 
And soon expect to die. 

6 Dear Saviour, be our constant guide, 

Then, when the word is given, 
Bid the cold waves of death divide, 
Aud land us safe in heaven. 

HYMN 447. IV. 5. 

HPHE voice of Free Grace 

J- Cries escape to the mountain ; 

For Adam's lost race 

Christ hath opend a fountain. 
For sin and pollution, 

And every transgression, 
His blood flows most freely 
In streams of salvation. 
Hallelujah to the Lamb 

Who hath bought us our pardon, 
We'll praise him" again 
When we pass over Jordan. 
2 Ye souls that are wounded, 
To Jesus repair ; 
Now he calls you in mercy — 

And can you forbear "? 
Though your sins are increased 

As high as a mountain, 
That blood can remove them 
Which streams from this fountain. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

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218 PRIVATE HYMNS. 

3 Jesus, ride onward 

Triumphantly glorious, 
O'er sin, death, and hell, 

Thourt more than victorious ; 
Thy name is the theme 

Of the great congregation, 
While angels and saints 

Raise the shout of salvation. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

4 With joy shall we stand 

When escaped to that shore ; 
With our harps in our hands 

We will praise him the more ; 
We'll range the sweet fields 

On the banks of the river, 
And sing of salvation 

For ever and ever. 
Hallelujah, &c. 

HYMN 448. III. 2. 
The Communion of Saints. 

IF 'tis sweet to mingle where 
Christians meet for social prayer ; 
If 'tis sweet with them to raise 
Songs of holy joy and praise, — 
Passing sweet that state must be 
When they meet eternally. 
2 Saviour, may these meetings prove 
Preparations from above ; 
While we worship in this place, 
May we go from grace to grace ; 
Make us, each in his degree, 
Meet, O Lord, to dwell with thee ! 

HYMN 449. 

LET us rise and go to Zions hill, 
Where perfect peace and glory dwell, 
And stand and sing to God our King, 
And praise his name for evermore : 
I'll go and see what joy is there. 
Til march to Canaan's land, 

Pll land on Canaan's shore, 
Where pleasures never end, 
And Troubles come no more; 
Farewell, beloved friends, farewell. 

XIV. PRIVATE HYMNS. 
HYMN 450. IV. 2. 

WHAT think ye of Christ— is the test 
To try both your state and your scheme ; 
You cannot be right in the rest, 
Unless you think rightly of Him : 



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As Jesus appears in your view, 

As he is beloved or not ; 
So God is disposed to you, 

And mercy or wrath' is your lot. 

2 Some take him a creature to be, 

A man, or an angel at most \ 
Sure, these have not feelings like me. 

Nor know themselves wretched and lost : 
So guilty and helpless am I, 

I durst not confide in his blood, 
Nor on his protection rely, 

Unless I were sure he is God. 

3 Some call him a Saviour in word, 

But mix their own works with his plan, 
And hope he his help will afford, 

When they have done all that they can. 
Some style him the Pearl of great price, 

And say he's the fountain of joys, 
Yet feed upon folly and vice, 

And cleave to the world and its toys. 

4 If ask'd what of Jesus I think, 

(If he graciously give me the power,) 
I'll say he's my meat and my drink, 

My life, and my strength, and my store ; 
My shepherd, my husband, my friend, 

My Saviour from sin and from thrall, 
My hope from beginning to end, 

My portion, my Lord, and my all. 

HYMN 451. II. 3. 
Wrestling Jaeob. 

COME, thou Traveller unknown, 
Whom still I hold, but cannot see, 
My company before is gone, 

And I am left alone with thee ; 
With thee all night I mean to stay, 
And wrestle till the break of day. 

2 I need not tell thee who I am ; 

My misery and sin declare ; 
Thyself hast call'd me by my name, 

Look on thy hands, and read it there : 
But who, I ask thee, who art thou 1 
Tell me thy name, and tell me now. 

3 In vain thou strugglest to get free, 

I never will unloose my hold ; 
Art thou the man that died for me ] 

The secret of thy love unfold ; 
Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

4 Wilt thou not yet to me reveal 

Thy new, unutterable name 1 



220 PRIVATE HYMNS. 

Tell me, I still beseech thee, tell ; 
To know it now resolved I am : 
Wrestling, I will not let thee go, 
Till I thy name, thy nature know. 

5 What though my shrinking flesh complain, 

And murmur to contend so long : 
I rise superior to my pain ; 

When I am weak, then I am strong ! 
And when my all of strength shall fail, 
I shall with the God-man prevail. 

6 Yield to me now, for I am weak, 

But confident in self-despair ; 
Speak to my heart, in blessings speak, 

Be conquer'd by my instant prayer : 
Speak, or thou never hence shall move, 
And tell me if thy name be Love. 

7 'Tis Love! 'tis Love!— thou died'st for me; 

I hear thy whisper in my heart ; 
The morning breaks, the shadows flee, 

Pure, universal Love thou art : 
To me, to all, thy bowels move, 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

8 My prayer hath power with God, the grace 

Unspeakable I now receive ; 
Through faith I see thee face to face ; 

I see thee face to face, and live ! 
In vain I have not wept and strove ; 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

9 I know thee. Saviour, who thou art ; 

Jesus the feeble sinners friend : 
Nor wilt thou with the night depart, 

But stay and love me to the end ; 
Thy mercies never shall remove, 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

10 The Sun of Righteousness on me 

Hath rose with healing in his wings : 
Wither'd my nature's strength, from thee 

My soul its life and succour brings ; 
My help is all laid up above : 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

11 Contented now, upon my thigh 

I halt, till life's short journey end ; 
All helplessness, all weakness, I 

On thee alone for strength depend ; 
Nor have I power from thee to move, 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

12 Lame as I am I take the prey : 

Hell, earth, and sin with ease o'ercome, 
I leap for joy, pursue my way, 
And, as'a bounding hart, fly home ; 



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Through all eternity to prove, 
Thy nature and thy name is Love. 

HYMN 452. III. 5. 
Sovereign Orace. 

PAUSE, my soul, adore and wonder, 
Ask, " 0, why such love to me 1" 
Grace hath put me in the number 
Of the Saviour's family ; 

Hallelujah, 
Thanks, eternal thanks to thee. 

2 Since that love had no beginning, 

And shall never, never cease ; 
Keep, O keep me, Lord, from sinning, 
Guide me in the way of peace ; 

Make me walk in 
AD the paths of holiness. 

3 When in that hless'd habitation 

Which my God has foreordain'd, 
When in glory's full possession, 
I with saints and angels stand, 

Thy grace only 
Shall for ever have the praise. 

HYMN 453. 

WHAT'S this, that steals— 
That steals upon my frame 1 
Is it death ] 
That soon will quench — 
Will quench this vital flame 1 
Is it death 1 
If this be death, I soon shall be 
From every sin and sorrow free 
I shall the King of Glory see : 
All is well. 

2 Weep not, my friends — 

My friends, weep not for me ; 
All is well : 
My sins forgiven — 
Forgiven ! I am free ; 

All is well : 
There's not a cloud that doth arise 
To hide my Saviour from my eyes; 
I soon shall mount the upper skies : 
All is well. 

3 Hark ! hark ! my Lord — 

My Lord and Master's voice 
Calls away ; 
I soon shall see — 
Enjoy my happy choice : 
Why delay 1 

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222 PRIVATE HYMNS. 

Farewell, my friends, adieu, adieu ! 
I can no longer stay with you ; 
The glitfring crown appears in view : 
All is well. 
4 Hail ! hail ! all hail— 

All hail, ye blood-wash'd throng, 
Saved by grace ! 
I come to join — 
To join your rapturous song, 
Saved by grace : 
All, all is peace and joy divine, 
And heaven and glory now are mine : 
Loud hallelujahs to the Lamb ! 
All is well. 

HYMN 454. C. M. 

LORD of my life, length of my days, 
Thy hand has rescued me, 
Who, lying at the gates of death, 
Among the dead was free. 

2 I thought I stood upon the shore, 

And nothing could I see 
But the vast ocean with my eyes, — 
A vast eternity. 

3 I thought I heard the midnight cry 

" Behold the Bridegroom comes ; 
And I was called to the bar, 
Where souls receive their dooms. 

4 The world was at an end to me, 

As if it all did burn ; 
But lo ! there came a voice from heaven, 
Which ordered my return. 

5 Lord, I return at thy command, 

What wilt thou have me do 1 
let me wholly live to thee, 
To whom my life I owe. 

6 Fain would I dedicate to thee 

The remnant of my days ; 
Lord, with my life renew my heart, 
That both thy name may praise. 

HYMN 455. II. 3. 

STRANGE and mysterious is my life, 
What opposites I feel within ! 
A stable peace, a constant strife ; 

The rule of grace, the power of sin : 
Too often I am captive led, 
Yet daily triumph in my Head. 
2 I prize the privilege of prayer, 

But oh ! what backwardness to pray ! 



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Though on the Lord I cast my care, 

I feel its burden every day ; 
I seek his will in all I do, . 
Yet find my own is working too. 

3 I call the promises my own, 

And prize them more than mines of gold ; 
Yet, though their sweetness I have known, 

They leave me unimpress'd and cold : 
One hour upon the truth I feed, 
The next I know not what I read. 

4 I love the holy day of rest, 

When Jesus meets his gather'd saints ; 
Sweet day, of all the week the best ! 

For its return my spirit pants ; 
Yet often through my unbelief, 
It proves a day of guilt and grief. 

5 While on my Saviour I rely, 

I know my foes shall lose their aim, 
And therefore dare their power defy, 

Assured of conquest through his name ; 
But soon my confidence is slain, 
And all my fears return again. 

6 Thus different powers within me strive, 

And grace and sin by turns prevail ; 
I grieve, rejoice, decline, revive, 

And victory hangs in doubtful scale : 
But Jesus has his promise past, 
That grace shall overcome at last. 

HYMN 456. L. M. 

IASK'D the Lord that I might grow 
In faith, and love, and ev'ry grace ; 
Might more of his salvation know, 
And seek more earnestly his face. 

2 'Twas he who taught me thus to pray, 

And he, I trust, has answer'd prayer ! 
But it has been in such a way, 
As almost drove me to dispair. 

3 I hoped that in some favour'd hour, 

At once he'd answer my request, 

And by his love's constraining pow'r 

Subdue my sins and give me rest. 

4 Instead of this he made me feel 

The hidden evils of my heart ; 

And let the angry powers of hell 

Assault my soul in ev'ry part. 

5 Yea, more, with his own hand he seem'd 

Intent to aggravate my wo ; 
Cross'd all the fair designs I schemed, 
Blasted my hopes and laid me low. 



224 PRIVATE HYMNS. 

6 Lord, why is this 1 I trembling cried, 

Wilt thou pursue thy worm to death? 
" 'Tis in this way, 1 ' the Lord replied, 
"I answer prayer for grace and faith. 

7 " These inward trials I employ, 

From self and pride to set thee free ; 
And break thy schemes of earthly joy, 
That thou may'st seek thy all in me." 

HYMN 457. III. 3. 

PARTING soul ! the floods await thee, 
And the billows round thee roar ; 
Yet rejoice, — the holy city 
Stands on yon celestial shore. 

2 There are crowns and thrones of glory, 

There the living waters glide; 

There the just, in shining raiment, 

Standing by Immanuefs side. 

3 Linger not, — the stream is narrow, 

Though its cold, dark waters rise ; 
He who past the flood before thee, 
Guides thy path to yonder skies. 

HYMN 458. III. 1. 

DEATHLESS principle, arise ! 
Soar, thou native of the skies ; 
Pearl of price, by Jesus bought; 
To his glorious likeness wrought; 
Go to shine before his throne, 
Deck his mediatorial crown; 
Go his triumphs to adorn ; 
Made for God, to God return. 

2 Lo, he heckons from on high ! 
Fearless to his presence fly ; 
Thine the merit of his blood, 
Thine the righteousness of God. 
Angels, joyful to attend, 
Hovrin?, round thy pillow bend ; 
Wait tocatch the s'isnal eiv'n 
And escort thee quick to heav'n. 

3 Is thy earthly house distrest 1 
Willing to retain her guest? 
'Tis not thou, but she, must die ; 
Fly, celestial tenant, fly ; 

Burst thy shackles, drop thy clay, 
Sweetly breathe thyself away ; 
Sinsins, to thv crown remove. 
Swift of wing and fired with love. 

4 Shudder not to pass the stream : 
Venture all thy care on him ; 



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Him whose dyine love and pow'r 
Still'd its tossing, hush'd its roar; 
Safe is the expanded wave, 
Gentle as a summer's eve ; 
Not one object of his care 
Ever suffer d shipwreck there. 

5 See the haven full in view ; 

Love aivine shall bear thee through ; 
Trust to that propitious gale, 
Weigh thy anchor, spread thy sail; 
Saints in glory, perfect made", 
Wait thy passage through the shade, 
Ardent for thy coming o'er ; 
See, they throng the blissful shore. 

6 Mount, their transports to improve ; 
Join the longing choir above ; 
Swiftly to their "wish be giv'n, 
Kindle higher joy in heav'n. 

Such the prospects that arise 
To the dying Christian's eyes ! 
Such the" glorious vista faith 
Opens through the shades of death. 

GLORIA PATRI. 

If. B. The metre marks, affixed to the Psalms and Hymns, refer 
to a division of the metres, founded on the nature of the verse, into 
four classes, marked— I., II.. III.. IV. 
Class I. includes common, Ions, and short metres, marked— C. M., 

L. M., S. M. 
Classll. includes the other Iambick metres, eight in number, mark- 
ed II. 1., II. 2., II. 3.. II. 4., <fec. which may be named ; Two, one ; 

Two, two ; Two, three ; &c. 
Class III. includes the Trochaick metres, being five in number, 

marked— III. 1., III. 2., III. 3., <fcc. which" mav be named; 

Three, one : Three, two; Sec. 
Class IV. includes the metres consisting chiefly of triplets, being 

five in number, marked— IV. 1., IV. 2., IV. 3., &c. and may be 

named ; Four, on* : Four, two ; &c. 



CLASS I. 
CM. 
To Father. Son. and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom we adore, 
Be glory, as it was. is now, 
And shall be evermore. 

L. ML 
To Father, Son. and Holy Ghost. 

The God whom earth and heaven adore, 
Be glory, as it was of old, 

Is now, and shall be evermore. 



GLORIA PATRI. 

S. M. 
To God the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, glory he, 
As 'twas, and is, and shall be so 

To all eternity. 

CLASS II. 
II. 1. 

To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 

The God whom heaven's triumphant host, 

And saints on earth adore ; 
Be glory, as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 
When time shall be no more. 
II. 2. 
To Father, Son, and Holy Ghost, 
The God whom heaven's triumphant host, 

And suffering saints on earth adore ; 
Be glory, as in ages past, 
As now it is, and so shall last 
When time itself shall be no more. 
II. 3. 
To God the Father, God the Son, 
And God the Spirit, Three in One, 
Be glory in the highest giv'n, 
By all in earth, and all in heav'n, 
As was through ages heretofore, 
Is now, and shall be evermore. 

II. 4. 
To God the Father, Son, 

And Spirit, ever bless' d, 
Eternal Three in One, 
All worship be address'd, 
As heretofore 
It was, is now, 
And shall be so 
For evermore. 

II. 5. 
To God the Father, and to God the Son/ 
To God the Holy Spirit, Three in One, 
Be praise from all on earth and all in heav'n, 
As was, and is, and ever shall be giv'n. 

II. 6. 
Eternal praise be given, 

And songs of highest worth, 
By all the hosts of heaven, 

And all the saints on earth, 
To God, supreme confess'd, 

To Christ, his only Son, 
And to the Spirit bless'd, 
Eternal Three in One. 



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II. 7. 

To Father, Son, and Spirit bless'd, 
Supreme o'er earth and heaven, 

Eternal Three in One confess' d, 
Be highest glory given, 

As was through ages heretofore, 

Is now, and shall be evermore, 
By all in earth and heaven. 

II. 8. . 

By all on earth, and all in heaven, 
Be everlasting glory given, 

To God the Father, God the Son 
And God the Spirit,- equal Three. 
In undivided Unity, 

Ere time had yet its course begun : 
As was, and is, be highest praise, 
As still shall be through endless days. 

CLASS III. 

III. 1. 
Holy Father, Holy Son, 
Holy Spirit, Three in One ! 
Glory, as of old, to thee, 
Now, and evermore shall be, 

III. 2. 
Praise the name of God most high, 
Praise him, all below the sky, 
Praise him, all ye heavenly host, 
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost: 
As through countless ages past, 
Evermore his praise shall last. 
III. 3. 

Praise the Father, earth and heaven, 
Praise the Son, the Spirit praise, 

As it was, and is, be given 
Glory through eternal days. 
III. 4. 

To the Father, throned in heaven, 
To the Saviour, Christ his Son, 

To the Spirit, praise be given, 
Everlasting Three in One : 

As of old, the Trinity 

Still is worshipped, still shall be. 

III. 5. 
Great Jehovah ! we adore thee, 
God the Father, God the Son, 
God the Spirit, join'd in glory 
On the same eternal throne : 

Endless praises 
To Jehovah, Three in One. 



I GLORIA PATRI. 

CLASS IV. 
IV. 1. 

By angels in heaven 

Of every degree, 
And saints upon earth, 

All praise be address'd, 
To God in three persons, 

One God ever hless'd, 
As it has been, now is, 
And ever shall be. 
IV. 2. 
All praise to the Father, the Son, 

And Spirit, thrice holy and bless'd, 
The eternal, supreme Three in One, 
Was, is, and shall still be address'd. 
IV. 3. 
All praise to the Father, all praise to the Son, 

All praise to the Spirit, thrice bless'd, 
The holy, eternal, supreme Three in One, 
Was, is, and shall still be address'd. 
IV. 4. 
Father, Almighty, to thee be address'd, 
With Christ and the Spirit, one God ever bless'd, 
All glory and worship from earth and from heaven, 
As was, and is now, and shall ever be given. 

IV. 5. 
All glory and praise to the Father be given, 
The Son, and the Spirit, from earth and from heaven; 
As was, and is now, be supreme adoration, 
And ever shall be to the God of salvation. 



For Hymns 145 and 185. 
To the Father, to the Son, 

And Spirit ever bless'd, 
Everlasting Three in One, 

All worship be address'd: 
Praise from all above, below, 

As throughout the ages past, 
Now is given, and shall be so 

While endless ages last. 

When used in Hymn 185, in line 6, read, 
As was throughout the ages past. 

Come, let us adore him ; come, bow at his feet; 
O give him the glory, the praise that is meet ; 
Let joyful hosannas unceasing arise, 
And join the full chorus that gladdens the skies. 



INDEX 



ADDITIONAL SELECTION. 



Page 

I. COMMENCEMENT OP WORSHIP- - - 109 
II. BEFORE LECTURE, OR EXPOSITION OF 

SCRIPTURE - - 113 

III. INFLUENCE OF THE SPIRIT - - - 116 

IV. AWAKENING AND INVITING - - - 122 
V. PRAYER 135 

VI. JUSTIFICATION 142 

VII. CHRISTIAN EXPERIENCE - - - - 150 
VIII. PRAISE FOR THE HOPE OF SALVATION 173 

IX. MISSIONS '- - - 186 

X. DEATH --------- 188 

XL JUDGMENT 194 

XII. HEAVEN AND HELL 197 

XIII. MISCELLANEOUS 200 

XIV. PRIVATE HYMNS 218 

GLORIA PATRI 225 



A TABLE OF FIKST LINES, 

FOR THE 

ADDITIONAL SELECTION, 



SHOWING WHERE TO FIND EACH HYMN BY THE BEGINNING. 



A debtor to mercy alone 
Affliction is a stormy deep 
Again we lift our voice 
Ah who can speak the vast dismay 
Ah whither should I go 
All ye that pass by . 
Alas ! and did my Saviour bleed . 
All hail the power of Jesus' name . 
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound 
Am I a soldier of the cross 
And can I yet delay 
And can my heart "aspire so high . 
And be it so, that till this hour" . 
And am I born to die ... 

And let this feeble body fail . 
And now, my soul, another year . 
And let our bodies part 
Arise, my soul, arise 
Awake, our souls, away our fears 
Awake, my soul, in joyful lays 
Awake and sing the song 
Awaked by Sinai's awful sound 
Begin, my tongue, the heavenly theme 
Behold a stranger at the door ." 
Behold the throne of grace . 
Being of beings, God of love . 
Beset with snares on every hand 
Blow ye the trumpet, blow 
Broadis the mad that leads to death 
Brightest and best of the sons of the morn 
By every means in every way 
By faith in Christ I walk with God . 
By faith we are come . 
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring . 
Can sinners hope for heaven 
Child of sin and sorrow . 
Christ is the sure foundation stone 
Christian brethren, ere we part 
Come, Holy Ghost, our hearts inspire 
Come, Holy Ghost, my soul inspire 
Come, Holy Ghost, our souls inspire 
230 



Toplady. 

Cotton. 

Wesley. 
Newton. 

Wesley. 



. Watts. 

Duncan. 

. Newton. 

. Watts. 

. Wesley. 

. Steele. 

. Simeon. 

Wesley. 

. Wesley. 

Browne. 

. Wesley. 

Wesley. 

Watts. 

Medley. 

Hammond. 

Ockum. 

. Watts. 

Doddridge. 

. Newton. 

Wesley. 

Doddridge. 

Toplady. 

. Watts. 

. Heber. 



Newton. 



. Wesley. 
Doddridge. 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



231 



Come, Holy Spirit, come . 
Come, Holy Spirit, calm my mind 
Come let us anew .... 
Come let us join our friends above 
Come, my soul, thy suit prepare . 
Come, O thou traveller unknown 
Come, thou fount of every blessing 
Come, trembling sinner, in whose breast 
Come, ye sinners, poor and needy . 
Come, ye weary souls oppress'd . 
Command thy blessing from above 
Commit thou all thy griefs . 
Courage, my soul, thy better cross . 
Day of judgment, day of wonders 
Dear Shepherd of thy people, hear 
Deathless principle arise 
Depth of mercy can there be . 
Do not I love thee, O my Lord . 
Earth has engrossed my love too long 
Faith adds new charms to earthly bliss 
Far from the narrow scenes of night 
Far from the utmost verge of day 
Father, how wide thy glory shines . 
Father, I stretch my hands to thee 
Fierce passions discompose the mind 
For mercies countless as the sands 
Forever here my rest shall be . 
From Egypt lately come 
From my own works at last I cease 
From pole to pole let others roam 
Grateful notes and numbers bring . 
Give peace, in these our days, O Lord 
Great Lord of all thy churches, hear 
Hail, everlasting spring 
Hail, holy, holy, holy Lord 
Happy soul, thy days are ended . 
Hark ! how the gospel trumpet sounds 
Hark ! my soul, it is the Lord 
Hark ! the song of jubilee 
Hark ! the voice of love and mercy . 
He lives, the great Redeemer lives . 
Ho, every one that thirsts, draw nigh 
Holy Lord God, I love thy truth 
How blest the righteous when he dies 
How blest the state of saints above 
How happy are they .... 
How long beneath the law I lay 
How sad our state by nature is . 
How solemn the signal I hear . 
How sweet the name of Jesus sounds 
How swift the torrent rolls 
How tedious and tasteless the hours . 
How vain are all things here below 
I asked the Lord that I might grow . 
If 'tis sweet to mingle where . 
In age and feebleness extreme . 



. Hart. 

. Burder. 

Wesley. 

. Wesley. 

Newton. 

. Wesley. 

Robinson. 

. E. Jones. 

. Hart. 

Decourcy. 

Bicker steth. 

. Wesley. 

Wesley. 

. Newton. 



. Toplady. 

Wesley. 
Doddridge. 

. Watts. 
. Turner. 

. Steele. 



. Watts. 

Wesley. 

Newton. 

. Newton. 

Wesley. 

Kelly. 

Moravian. 

. Newton. 



Eng. Liturgy. 



Doddridge. 

Wesley. 

Wesley. 

. Reed's Col. 

. Cowper. 

Montgomery. 

. Evans. 

. Steele. 

Wesley. 

Cowper. 

. Hum. 
Wesley. 



Watts. 



. Newton. 
Doddridge. 
. Newton. 
. Watts. 
. Newton. 



Wesley. 



232 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



In all my vast concerns with thee 

Infinite excellence is thine . 

In songs of sublime adoration and praise 

In themselves as weak as worms 

In vain my fancy strives to paint . 

I send the joys of earth away 

I thirst, but not as once I did . 

Jerusalem, my happy home 

Jesus, at thy command . 

Jesus, full of all compassion 

Jesus hath died that I might live . 

Jesus, I love thy precious name . 

Jesus, my all, to heaven is gone 

Jesus, the Conqueror, reigns 

Jesus, the truth, the life, the way . 

Jesus, thou art the sinner's friend 

Jesus, thy blood and righteousness 

Jesus, thy heavenly grace impart 

Jesus, where'er thy people meet 

Keep silence, all created things . 

Kindred in Christ, for his dear sake 

Legal obedience were complete . 

Let party names no more 

Let thoughtless thousands choose the road 

Let us love, and sing, and wonder . 

Let us rise and go to Zion's hill . 

Life is the hourlhat God has given 

Light of the world, shine on our souls 

Lo, he comes with clouds descending 

Look down, O Lord, with pitying eye 

Lord, thou hast won, at length I yield 

Lord, teach us how to pray aright 

Lord, 1 believe a rest remains . 

Lord, in the morning thou shalt hear . 

Lord of my life, length of my days . 

Love divine, all love excelling . 

Lo, what a glorious sight appears . 

Many woes had Christ endured . 

Marked as the purpose of the skies 

Mortals, awake, with angels join 

My days, my weeks, my months, my years 

My hope, my all, my Saviour, thou 

My faith looks up to thee . 

My former hopes are fled 

My song shall bless the Lord of all . 

My soul would fain indulge a hope 

My soul be on thy guard . 

Nay, I will not let thee go . 

No more, my God, I boast no more 

Now I have found the ground wherein 

Now let our souls on wintrs sublime 

Now to the Lord a noble song 

O God, most merciful and true 

O God, our help in ages past 

Oh ! for a thousand tongues to sing 

Oh I fly, mourning sinner . 



Wesley. 
. Fatcceit. 

. Newton. 
Newton. 
Watts. 
Cowper. 
Montgomery. 
Toplady. 

Wesley. 
Doddridge. 
Cenmck. 
. Wesley. 
Wesley. 
Parkinson's Col. 
Wesley. 



Cowper. 

Watts. 

Neicton. 



Beddome. 
Newton. 



. Watts. 

Bickersteth. 

Olivers. 

Doddridge. 

Neicton. 

Montgomery. 

Wesley. 

Watts. 

Mason. 

Whitefield. 

. Watts. 

Hart. 

. Noel. 

Medley. 



Wesley. 
Palmer. 
Cowper. 
Coicper. 



. Heath. 

Newton. 

. Watts. 

Wesley. 

Gibbons. 

Watts. 

Wesley. 

Watts. 

Wesley. 



die 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES 



Oh ! for a single heart for God 

Oh! for a heart to praise my God 

Oh! glorious hope of perfect love . 

Oh ! that I knew the secret place 

Oh ! where shall the soul find relief from I 

Oh! turn ye, oh ! turn ye, for why will ye 

Oh ! blessed souls are they 

Oh ! could I find from day to day 

O Jesus,lettliy dying cry . 

O Jesus, source of calm repose • 

O Lord, thy work revive . 

O Lord, my best desires fulfil 

O, my soul, what means this sadness 

On Jordan's stormy banks I stand 

On earth the song begins . 

O time, how few thy value weigh 

O Thou, who wouldst not have 

O Thou, by long experience tried 

O Thou, in whose presence my soul 

O Thou, from whom all goodness flows 

Our souls by love together knit 

Our Heavenly Father, hear . 

Parting soul, "the floods await thee . 

Pass a few swiftly fleeting years 

Pause, my soul, adore and wonder . 

People of the living God 

Plunged in a gulf of dark despair . 

Prayer was appointed to convey . 

Rock of ages, cleft for me 

Safely through another week 

Saviour, visit thy plantation 

Saviour, we wait the day . 

Say, sinner, hath a voice within . 

See the eternal Judge descending 

Show pity, Lord. O Lord, forgive . 

Shrinking from the cold hand of death 

Sinners, the voice of God regard 

Sinner, art thou still secure . 

Sinner, oh why so thoughtless grown 

Sinners, will you scorn the message . 

Stop, O sinner, stop and think 

Strange and mysterious is my life 

So let our lips and lives express 

Sovereign grace hath power alone 

Sweet the moments, rich in blessing 

That awful day will surely come 

That man no guard nor weapon needs 

The day of wrath, that dreadful day* 

Thee we adore, eternal name . 

The gathering clouds with aspect dark 

The gospel comes with welcome news 

The Lord descended from above . 

The praying spirit breathe 



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233 



Bickersteth. 

. fVesley. 

Wesley. 

. Watts. 

. Key. 

. Watts. 



Wesley. 

Wesley. 

Hastings. 

. Cowper. 

Fawcett. 

. Stennet. 

. ' Scott. 
Wesley. 
Guion. 



Montgomery. 
Edmeston. 
. Wesley. 

Montgomery. 

. Watts. 

Hart. 

Toplady. 

. Newton. 

Newton. 



. Hyde. 
Cleland's Col. 

. Watts. 
. Wesley. 

Fawcett. 
. Newton. 

. Watts. 
Allen. 

Newton. 
. Newton. 

. Watts. 
. Newton. 

. Watts. 
. Watts. 

Newton. 



. Watts. 
. Newton. 

. Kelly. 
Sternhold. 

Wesley. 



* Translated by Scott from a Latia ode ascribed to Thomas de Ccclauo, who lived iu the 
13th century. 

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234 



INDEX OF FIRST LINES. 



There is a place of wo unmixed . 
There is a fountain filled with blood 
There is a house not made with hands 
There's not a bird with lonely nest 
The Saviour, oh what endless charms 
The voice of free grace - 
This God is the God we adore . 
This stone to thee in faith we lay . 
Thou God of glorious majesty 
Thou hidden love of God, whose height 
Thou Judge of quick and dead . 
'Tis not too arduous an essay . 
To-day, if ye will hear his voice 
Vain, delusive world, adieu . 
Vain man, thy fond pursuits forbear . 
Wait, O my soul, thy Maker's will 
Watchman, tell us of the night . 
Welcome, welcome, dear Redeemer 
What blissful harmonies above . 
What sinners value I resign . 
What shall a dying sinner do 
What think ye of Christ . 
What thousands never knew the road 
What's this that steals 
What various hindrances we meet 
Where shall we sinners hide our heads 
When marshall'd on the nightly plain 
When God is nigh my faith is strong 
When any turn from Zion's way 
While life prolongs its precious light 
Why do we mourn departing friends . 
Who shall the Lord's elect condemn 
With joy we meditate the grace . 
Ye dying sons of men 
Ye glittering toys of earth, adieu 
Ye golden lamps of heaven, farewell 
Yes, the Redeemer's gone . 
Yes, we trust the day is breaking . 
Ye virgin souls arise .... 
Your harps, ye trembling saints 



Pa^e 

. 122 

Cowper. 130 

Watts. 176 

. JYoel. 202 

Steele. 159 

Thornby. 217 

. Wesley. 210 

Montgomery. 207 

. Wesley. 124 

Wesley. 158 

. Wesley. 195 

Luther. 209 

Kent's Col. 132 

Toplady. 163 

Hart. 121 

Beddome. 205 

Bowring. 187 

Ev. Mag. 134 

. Conder. 203 

. Watts. 175 

. . 144 

Newton. 218 

. Cowper. 179 

221 

. Cowper. 137 

145 

White. 200 

206 

. Newton. 153 



. Watts. 191 

. Watts. 146 

Watts. 152 

124 

Steele. 161 

Doddridge. 173 

. Watts. 204 

. Kelly. 214 

. Wesley. 197 

Toplady. 149 



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